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5:37 p.m. - 2009-06-03 SO, mother trauma is making me irrational. I worry over situations that will never happen. I feel super-hyper over responsible, and I worry that I will become overprotecteve. All right even more overprotective. I worry that I will lead Biba in to situations of danger. I know, I am worrying about the flight to Dublin, which isn't even soon, but I think that the Air France thing just magnifies things. Grrr. Bluey has it right, though. Still, I have been feeling remarkably better. I do wish that I'd settle down and give myself some slacking off time Oh, speaking of slacking off, I am seriously considering a scythe to mow the meadow. Yes, the back garden is quite overgrown. It's been awfy rainy, though, so I have a feeble excuse. I was looking at the pansy basket that has aphids, but there are no more aphids. There are ladybugs! That is what they are called here. I just learned that they eat mass quantities of aphids. To conclude, I found some fun long cargo shorts in the closet. They must be mine, but I don't exactly remember buying them. They had the tags on yet, so they must be mine. I'm wearing them, so...oh yes, and Anna, that was just a lovely poem! And congratulations to Rosie on her weight loss. I am quite a fat acceptance proponent (did I use that word right?) as I have many friends who struggle with weight issues, but I also applaud anyone's personal satisfaction projects. And I am always for health improvements. But really, happiness projects are so essential. So, good! 2 comments
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