moody

Last sunday I went to a reception at the Sportimonium, Museum of sports in Hofstade.
It was a lovely day and I worked some in the garden, but when some raindrops as cold as ice made me wet I turned to the garage and started to clean it. This is so typical for my sunday and then I felt sorry for myself, because there is so much to keep up and it's all for me.
When Rie came along early I nolonger was open minded and all I could do is take out my frustration on him. That is so wrong because he means well.
Hopefully I learned from this mistake and be more grateful to a helping hand.
I sure want to be, but sometimes I let bad feelings spoil the moment. If I were a bird I would whistle and fly away and start whistling again....
My grandson turnt two this past weekend... I will get to see him in September.