End of the Week

I'm tired and it's Friday. The beginning of the weekend. The end of the work week. Unfortunately, for me, my work week is 7 days long. I'm not complaining, just commenting.

Actually, I complained aloud a few minutes ago, "I just don't have time to do everything I want to!"

Knitting. I have 6 or 7 projects going at the moment. One is portable and current. 2 are difficult lace patterns that require reading the pattern, counting and keeping close track of what I'm doing. Another is a baby blanket for perhaps a baby that I know will be born in November. But more likely for his child to be born many years from now. The others are stored in bags, shoved on a shelf here or there, long given up on.

And all I want to do is start a new project! There's this really cool autumn leaf wreath that my mother-in-law would love. Dare I start it? Dare I not?

What about Christmas presents that I should be working on right this very minute?

Reading. 3 or 4 books have places marked where I left off. They're strategically scattered around the house so that I'm never more than a few steps away from a written word. But do I have time to read? Not really.

Humans. I have phone messages from friends to return. The boys have sports stuff all weekend. I should really insist that we clean up the backyard, as a family, all together in misery, doing chores.

Dogs. Chief had a playdate today. That was great. He was gone all afternoon. I got to walk Charlie alone, then Charlie got to bask in the wonderfulness of being an only dog.

My foster dog mom is doing very well. She's a good mom, taking care of everything those puppies need. They're a week old now, moving around a little more, but still eyes closed and ears closed and just concerned about where their mom is. So I feed Milly and I let her outside and I change her bedding. Then we sit together and just relax in some quiet time.

I transported a 10 week old Pit Bull puppy today to her new foster home. She has injuries from a fight she was in. Of course she was not the instigator. I don't have many details, but the cruelty of some humans is beyond belief. There's a special place in hell for those who did this to her. She's resilient and wagging her tail and just happy to be out of that situation. Lucky. So many others are suffering tonight.

And that's why I'm tired. There's just so much to be done. But I guess we all have to do our small part and each of those small pieces adds up to a greater good. And we each have our limits.

I hope tomorrow is a cool autumn day so that we can all take some time to breath in the fresh air and let our faces soak up some warmth from the sun.