Today I've opened up my Blogger window probably ten times, trying to write a post. There are so many emotions going on that I don't know where to start. I'm tired of writing about Daddy and the trevails that abound with his nursing home incarceration and all the crap I've been dealing with. I can't rail about my friends or family or even my life because so many people that I know read my words here now and I catch all kinds of flack when I do. I'm just kind in my own little box that I can't write out of. It's frustrating because I like to write here about everything and be truthful but it just can't happen. I like the feedback that I get from my online friends but I have to be so very cautious. So what do I write about, the weather, I don't think so.
I guess it's weather, construction, flowers and Clayton. Not too bad.