Slim Pickings

 I had considered taking this week off of blogging.  I feel out of ideas.  I feel spent.  This is the last full week of babysitting.  I have fears and regrets, but I am holding to the plan, tenuously holding to the plan.  I am one of those rare people who enjoys playing with young children.  This is especially true if they are related to me.  I enjoy being with babies.

I have concluded that not many people do.  It makes me feel sad for them.  There is so much one can learn about people and life and oneself from young children.  I have been gifted by their presence in my life.  I love them, those grandchildren of mine. I know who they are.

And with the delta variant making the rounds, it seems like a bad time to leave them.  Is daycare safe?  Probably not.  Will I have anything to do since I really can't go anywhere without catching the virus?  I was going to do some medical things and I guess that I will pursue some of them, but maybe not the knee replacement, not yet.

So, rolling around in my brain are very few ideas that are worth sharing. I feel spent.  I feel out of ideas.  Maybe tomorrow will bring more things that I wish to say.  Maybe.