Rambles

I have an itch.
It comes every few months and makes me plain crazy.
I have an itch to wander.... to just up and leave and go somewhere far away.
I want to pet a sheep in Scotland.
I am not kidding.
I dream about petting  that wooly sheep.
I am a petter of animals.
BUt that's getting off subject,
See? I'm restless.
I have fifty-two thoughts bumping and running in my head.
If I was brave and good at making friend....
 I might just up and go on an adventure.
The problem is that I know me.
I would end up homesick in a far away land.
Beauty is not beauty unless you have someone to share it with.
So it is with an adventure.

I worry that my "Uncontent" feelings will slowly ground me to dust as I sit at a computer inputting medical records. I worry that all the butterflies are a sign to go and find my destiny. I don't want them to turn into "what ifs". I also think that my mind wanders during 8 hours of computer desk sitting and I need to realize my life is not a Jane Austin story.

So Life will go on. I won't wander far. I will work at my computer and watch my small nest egg grow. I will be grumpy about being inside during summer and I may even cry. On weekends I will push Krystal out of bed to go on adventures to Walmart. Ruth will walk the school track with me and we will yammer about odds and ends. Andy will be game to going up the canyon to light fires and roast hot dogs. Ruth will get us to Lagoon where we scream and laugh and  in the end everyone will be grumpy from to much sun and motion. Krystal will keep coming to my desk at so we can fill water bottles full Dr. Pepper. Ruth will keep singing. Mom will keep buying baby close while dad pushes the cart. My life is a simple one. I don't run to Scotland to pet sheep but I do come out of cave once in awhile to smell the air and see a friendly face. This is all pure rambling that makes no sense. It's not funny or clever. I know how my year will end and for now my itching as calmed down enough for me to be OK with it.