Early Early Morning Thoughts

Here I am, at 4 a.m. standing vigil.  I am up scrolling.  I said I would write about aging.  Here is an aging thing...I am sound asleep, and somewhere out of the miasma of my unconscious a thought bubble bursts forth.  Then, once burst, I jump on it like a hamster on a hamster wheel, and proceed to run with it in a linear circular frenzy until I either get up or fall back asleep in thought exhaustion. Sometimes the thoughts are like, oh yeah, oops, I forgot I need to do that.  Sometimes they are from the dark side. Real Darth Vadars.  And sometimes they are a bit of sweet whimsey or a moment of brilliance (or at least at 4 a.m. they seem brilliant--it is so dark outside, anything likely seems brilliant).  

So, okay, here I am standing vigil on my youngest's daughters day of surgery.  Her first ever. I don't like it.  I protest.  No one listens. It is what it is, it needs to be done, it will be done at 10 a.m., we move forward.  But, somehow, being awake makes me feel like I have a bit of control over something I don't have any control over, but like maybe if I am awake and on guard I will be able to protect her.  Deflect the incoming, say the right thing to the maker, make things alright.  I would rather it be me going in there, I would do that, trade places this morning. It's a parent thing.

While I am awake I will share another part of aging.  Being "Twee".  

She was cold! Okay?  And necessity being the mother of invention, I took this lovely Winter White Ralph Lauren that I accidentally felted in the dryer (UGH, I can't believe I did that ) and cut off the sleeve, split the seam up to the cuff, and sewed in some velcro and Voila: a Frenchie statement piece.  Her first in a wardrobe capsule...It took all of 15 minutes.  I swear I did NOT look it up on Pinterest, it was completely spontaneous.  I did however still have the sweater in order to make a pillow which I did see on Pinterest, in a magazine or on a blog somewhere and thought it was genius.  

And, because it is 4 a.m. and I am a hamster.... I figured you would forgive the second post in a row with a picture of the puppy, because, and here is the linear, circular thought frenzy in process, ...we love our friends, therefore we love the subjects of the photo's they post even if we don't know them personally, (insert grandchildren, children, dogs, cats, a baby flower or veggie ) because we know they love them.  And I love Gidget.