Bank Holiday Weekend

I was so looking forward to this weekend, lots to do, clean out the cabin, sort out some clothes and bits and pieces around the house that I just could not get around to of late, no parish stuff just my own.
Now it is Monday morning and I have none of the things done that I wanted.  Saturday morning I ended up in the parish Center copying music with Eithne for Chorale.  Saturday afternoon I gave the kitchen a much needed cleaning.  Sunday morning Mass and then to Anne's where I was invited to lunch in the Springfield Hotel for my Birthday back in September.  It was a lovely lunch in good company. Back home, in the afternoon I felt unwell and went to bed, two hours of sleep and I felt ok, not so woozy, could be down to my recent condition.
It is galling me that I joined the gym after wanting it for so long and only got one week done before all hell broke loose in my body.  Well it cannot go on for ever.  More later, shower now and see how I am,

Should it be blog

What should I blog about tonight.
Should it be happiness that my dad, recent heart attack and two strokes, is now home and though physically weaker is in terrific spirits.
Should it be thanks for my two children, good kids and both doing well in college, both healthy and happy.
Should it be that I have a job I love with people who appreciate me.
Should it be that I have wonderful friends.
Should it be that the Justice & Peace group I am chairperson of are wonderful people with good and kind hearts.
Should it be for a close friend whom I parted ways with 3 weeks ago and now miss terribly.
Should it be that next week I am going to a launch of a book of stories of my dear friend Joan who died last year
Should it be a little health problem I had some time ago has raised its ugly head and I am washed out and weak as water.
Should it be that I made lovely cup cakes this morning which were very much appreciated by those who received them, furthermore it was great fun making them
Should it be that I had a lovely lunch out with some friends from work, with a nice glass of wine, good chat and good company
Should it be that the miners are all out safely
Should it be that I have a lovely dog who is mad as a hatter but loves to lick my feet, which I like.
All those should it be's are really things I have to be thankful for.

Thanks be to God (but not for the friendship parted)

Rough Places

The God of rough places, The Lord of Burnt men. This is the name of Fr Rick Frechette's book.

Sometimes I just need a hug