I’m not sure how I feel about deep thought. Some would argue that deep thought is one of the defining qualities of an intelligent mind. Deep though = deep thinker. But what about those times when deep thought just equals disaster? Isn’t it possible to think too much? To over-think a situation to the point of creating problems where problems don’t exist? I know I’m good at that. Too much thought creates too much stress. And I’m de-stressing my life right now. I shouldn’t be thinking about certain things.
Especially not these sorts of things…
I was in Target this evening looking for things for our trip when I took a wrong turn and ended up in the baby aisle. I just had to stop and touch the little baby sleepers. As I held the tiny garment between my fingers, my mind wandered down that road that we women travel when in the vicinity of all things baby…I thought about having another one. I’m not THAT old after all. But as it turns out, maybe I am that old. I had to face the fact that the next time there is a new baby in my family it will likely be a grandchild. And that was a sobering fact. Not that any of my children are remotely ready for children—they are most definitely not. I hope they are reading this too. No grandchildren yet! But it doesn’t look like I will be having any more babies. Ever. I guess I’ll have to just look into getting that puppy I was talking about.
Once the requisite mourning period is over, of course.
So speaking of waiting periods…how long should I mourn my poor old doggy before shopping the internet for a new puppy? Was yesterday too soon? I didn’t buy anything. I was just looking. I decided that if I’m going to venture into puppy ownership I should do a little research first. Maybe I should find a dog that has all of the good qualities of my existing dogs, but none of the bad ones. As much as we all miss her, Lady had some pretty bad qualities, and Cybil has a few of her own. Joey doesn’t really have that many bad qualities if you don’t count wandering around on the roof, or hurdling a six foot fence in a single bound. Maybe I could combine all of the good things to search for one new dog built out of all the things l loved about the three I had.
I’m torn between a Saint Bernard and an English Mastiff. Of course, much like the baby, I won’t be getting either anytime soon. My husband is determined to take a break from the pack and just live with a few less dogs for a while. Simplicity. That’s what he’s looking for.
So from now on I’m trying to work on simplifying things. Operation Simplify. It has a nice ring to it. Let’s see how long I can keep it up…I’m not really sure if I can make it past this weekend. But we’ll see.
Until the next time…I’ll be doing laundry…vacation in two more days!