"Oh, where have you been..."

"Oh, where have you been Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Oh, where have you been, charming Billy..."

It's an old, old song and I'm not sure of the rest of the lyrics. Something about a wife and the "love of your life", I think. And why would this come to mind? Well, I have not made an entry here in a while, and have sort of been struggling with what to write, and stumbling over myself, and then finally wondering why I should be too worried about it, after all.

This morning, a real estate agent is coming to meet with me about selling my house, which is a wreck right now because I know I'm goingto be selling it, and so have been pulling things out and sorting as to what goes, stays, recycles, is garage sale material, etc. Vicious circle strikes again. It is also not as clean, in general, as I would like, due to 4.5 years of not-having-time-to-keep-up-with-it.

And because our very old and precious canine-member-of-the-family has forgotten that she needs to go outside to take care of business, so cleaning that up goes to the top of the cleaning priority list every day.

And then there's work of course, and care-giving, and children here and there, and choir, and exercising, and well, need I go on? Sometimes, I feel like I have something to contribute to a blog, and sometimes, I just really don't. Except that here I am writing about not much of anything but getting through life, and I guess, if we all realize that others in the world are in the same boat, perhaps we can reach deep into our reservoirs of patience, and be an ounce less judgemental.