Luke got home as I was about to put on my make up and head for the chiropractor. We had three little gifts for Dr K, Dr M and Amy. I was sorry that I didn't add a card with my gratitude feelings on it, but I wasn't as organized as I might have been this season. One for the impskies (or more). I have to say that the HiNi tired me in body and somewhat in spirit.
Luke drove with me even though he didn't have an appointment himself. We were a little late. The orange kitten got into the garage and then into the house. He's such a pumpkin. I wish I could keep him in the house. But with the allergies in our family, we can't. Luke caught him in the house and had to take him out. I got a treat ready for him--salmon and eggs--so he wouldn't feel bad about not moving into the house. Luke and I are worried that one of the kitties will get hit by our car (Please God No) or the by the garage door. We'll have to be so careful and pray.
So . . . we got to Dr K's office late. When my turn came, I gave him his little gift (sans card), and I asked him to give a gift to Amy. Amy just lost her baby. Heartbreaking. So hard and awful. And people keep pestering her about her private pain--and judging her. I felt sad for Amy. I know how she feels. Dr K and I talked about it. He also knows how she feels from his own personal experience. We were both sad. We shared where we thought our "little soul" was. Private for both of us. Well, I can tell you that I believe that my son, Michael, is an angel and watches over me, Luke and his sisters.
I was quiet in the car. Thoughtful.
I had lunch. Then went to Nature's Market. It was an interesting day. One of my old customers came in and trusted me. She spend lots of $$$$. But I'm worried about her digestive problems. I think she should see her M.D.
Linda came to work and I was able to discuss the problems with the kittens. I am hearning all kinds of ideas. Nicole came in to give me a darling Christmas gift. Her home made ginger cookies are delicious. Amazing. Because I wasn't as organized as I hoped, I couldn't find her gift--a message with Chuck. I hope he'll do what he did last year--give the message to Nicole and let me tear up the gift certificate when I find it.
garage door. We'll have to be careful, careful and pray.

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