My morning drive

Driving to work each morning I often find myself deep in thought — while still obeying all traffic laws. (That’s my disclaimer since I’m married to a cop.)

I don’t solve world problems, but I occasionally work out some of my own. It’s a time for me to reflect, become inspired, make a few plans, sometimes shed a tear or two ... whatever I need.

Reflections during my drive today:

I have an upcoming eye appointment. I need to remember to let my optometrist know my physician needs a copy of the results.

Not sure why Avery (middle child) called crying last night when her puppy peed on the rug and knocked a candle over, getting wax on it. Seriously? Where does she think the saying “And that’s why we can’t have nice things with you kids around” came from?

I have a lady-date with a girlfriend Saturday. What shall we do ... besides lunch?

I miss my mom every single day (she died after Thanksgiving), but it doesn’t bother me to meet her car heading to the high school every day. However, the young lady that purchased it probably wonders why I watch her drive by each morning.

I’d really like to double the size of my garden pond ... again. Not sure I’ll ever get hubby on board that one. Oh! Get more goldfish.

Grrrrr! Allergies!

I can’t wait for my grandson’s 5th birthday party! I need to purchase nine headband lights. I hope he is better at hunting Bigfoot than he was at hunting Easter eggs. He was a dud at that.

Why wasn’t I truthful, when my mom was lying in intensive care the day before she passed, and she looked at me and quietly asked, “how am I doing?” I just couldn’t tell her. I knew, but I couldn’t tell her. Instead, as I sat there stroking her hair, I told her she was resting peacefully and looked beautiful. I just couldn’t tell her the truth.

Do we want to raise chickens again? Fresh eggs are the best, but with no kids at home to help with chores ... Yeah, store-bought eggs are just fine.

Now that hubby is done putting new flooring in the dining room, it’s time to strip the wallpaper and paying Josh (oldest child) $150 for the job is well worth it. Hubby thinks the wallpaper looks just fine. It’s cute he thinks he’s entitled to have an opinion on how I decorate ... bless his heart.

I need to get the remaining Christmas decorations out of the little bathroom. That snowman shelf-sitter has been watching people do their business since 2006 — I think it’s time.

I wonder if ranch dressing is more popular as a condiment with fries than ketchup now-a-days. It is for me.

It’s strange that hubby is retiring two days before my dad retires. Either way, it makes me sound old.

Mmmmmm ... love the smell of freshly turned dirt in the fields.

At some point I’ll surely tire of salads for lunch every, single, day.

And done. Keep in mind my drive is only six miles.

Contact Dana King at dking@shawmedia.com