Martin Luther King Day, a national holiday in our country, was under celebrated today because of the pandemic. It was certainly very quiet here with just my sister, my granddaughter, and I. I finally started to read “A Promised Land” by Barack Obama-he’s a really good writer!! I was drawn to his story from the first sentence in the preface. I’d probably still be reading it if I didn’t have to put a 7 year old to bed. I swear she still suffers the effects of in uterine drug abuse by some of her behaviors, especially at night. Its harder than hell to get her to go to sleep. It’s like she comes alive at night. Her mom didn’t do her any favors when she chose to continue using heroin, or meth, or whatever was her drug of choice while she was pregnant with this beautiful little girl. I hope for her sake, it’s gets easier for her as she gets older.
When is it my time?
OK, so yesterday I took some time to work on a pair of jeans of mine and see if I can get the paint out. I guess you can call that my time. But then I had to go to the pharmacy and get a medication for Shylar at least I think that’s what I did. I can’t really remember if it was Friday evening or yesterday. And then I went to Walmart and got some things for dinner which I ended up not making because suddenly I just didn’t have an energy today. I finally did get to go out and clean out my garden under my bay window and plant some plants. The thing is as I was hoping for an entire weekend to work in my yard and instead, I’ve been at urgent care after church with Alicia and then went and got her something to eat picked up her prescription and now I’m taking something to Shylar to eat.
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