Tonight's picture is one I took of a big vase of irises from the yard. I love it!
The frustrating thing is that Don handed me a couple of papers to read and figure out. My brain doesn't do concentration tasks and read and make sense things. I guess he doesn't get that. I keep looking at it and reading it, but it might as well be in a foreign language. I'll look at it, again, tomorrow. It's something about saving money and heaven knows we need to do that, but I can't understand it. He handed it to me and said, "You're good with this stuff." He must be losing it. I have no clue what it says. I'm a tight wad, but that's genetic; it has nothing to do with me reading a complicated paper.
I'll read it, again, after my bath; maybe getting all this sweat off of me will clear my head? God will help me; I'm going to turn it over to Him.
The bouquet is beautiful MaryJo
ReplyDeletedon't beat yourself up..I know this feeling. I shut down when any "math" appears in front of my face. A bath won't help...I just refuse to even try.
Thanks, Dana. You're so sweet to see the bouquet through my eyes and to even empathize with me about the "math" issues. I wasn't thinking of beating up myself, though. I was thinking of beating up Don; that's when it got so frustrating because he's way too big for me to beat up . . . besides he's way too nice; how could I think of beating up a 'Honeyman?' Frustrating! :)
ReplyDeleteLove you,
Mary Jo