A song from the 1950's - Burl Ives. There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza a hole. What do you do when you think you are filling something up - and instead it all just leaks out?
I'm feeling lately like I've a empty bucket. Filling it up, it starts to fill full then suddenly it's much lighter...drained.... all that work yet nothing to show for it.
It's been a difficult week. Worried about Fantu- glad the doctor is tomorrow morning. Hopefully the news won't be bad. I'm worried though that tomorrows visit will only be the first of more to come. Tomorrow will also be the demise of one of our taller trees in our backyard. It stands tall and majestic in the center of the yard - except last week we had 70 mph winds and it caused the tree to begin to split right down the center of the trunk. First a few feet, then 6 feet, now over 8 feet. If we get one big gust of wind I'm afraid it will continue to split and fall. It would not be a pretty sight if it falls as there is something in every direction. So tomorrow the tree trimmers come and take it down. A hole in the yard.
As if that's not enough,tomorrow I have to take my car in and get the tires replaced. I just did this 14 months ago.- 24k miles and 2 of the tires are bald. I complained loudly enough that I will get about 50% off the new set but still it's a hole in my pocket.
I've also been missing Trevor lately. Nearly 10 years since I spent time with him, laughed with him. hugged him.... A hole in my heart.
So dear Liza how do you suggest we mend the holes?
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I'll be thinking of you and Fantu tomorrow. Sending big hugs. Sounds like a bit of me-time for mom is in order. You need to keep your own bucket full for the days ahead!
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