PATIENCE AND HENS' TEETH

       I was told to "take it easy" for a few weeks, and that's all well and good for other people, but I have things to do, places to go, people to see… Medical types just don't understand who they're dealing with. "My way" was working fairly well until this Friday… Having missed a whole Sunday at the shelter, I was certain that I'd be able to spend half an hour there this week—at the very least! Too, I was way overdue with my toy shopping. So I set out to dig through the toys in the baby crib at the local thrift shop—no bending allowed. I took my kitchen tongs for deep treasures and plundered to my heart's content.
       No, that wasn't enough, and I found myself raiding another shop later in the day. I ran a couple of business errands and ended the afternoon playing with my new toys. All were disinfected, cleaned and made spotless. Today they are crowded together on the kitchen table, waiting to belong to the perfect child.
       Meanwhile, I packed four bags of carefully selected treasures for the boys and girl at the shelter. Oh, what fun to see their faces on Sunday!!!
       Around 6:30 on Friday night, I wobbled up to bed. When I awoke for the day on Saturday, it was 11:50! Somebody had played a little too hard…
       Today, my daughter and her roommate took the bags of goodies to the shelter and went to serve in my stead again. This is hard to accept. I am not patient. I do not want to "take it easy" for weeks. @#%$;*!@!€

       The little boy and toddler brother are gone—left this morning—no other information. Kinda worrisome.
       The other two kids "really enjoyed their gifts."
       Doug and Mr. A. gave the girls a hard time about being late, when they arrived at 10… his typical teasing. Mr. A. likes to call my daughter "Joy Jr." All of the guys spent a lot of energy accusing my kid of being like me… right down to the looks she gave them.
       Roommate had fun too.
       For lunch they had breakfast—biscuits, bacon and eggs.
       Doug asked the girls to throw out some old foods, so they threw shots into the dumpster—like mother/like daughter.
       A good morning was had by all—really sorry I missed it, and especially sorry to have missed the boy—I had the coolest rubber snake for him…
       The remaining boy got a pup, a book, and some other toys. The little girl got a wee bear with a tiny t-shirt. I figured her other bears needed a baby. There was a book for her too, and some other small things. I'll miss shopping for the toddler, but I so hope he and his brother have gone someplace more homey and permanent.