When I started these thoughts on Sunday, I wrote that Sunday for me is a time for reflection. It is not the only time.
Thinking about the future of things while making the bed up and doing other needed chores for today — Qué será, será – Whatever will be, will be – an old Doris Day tune popped into my head. It made me smile. Was Elaine floating around today? Doris was a contemporary of Elaine’s in high school. Cheryl seems to sense her mother today. She has mentioned her a couple times in the present tense. This evening she asked if we could go visit her mom tomorrow. We will. She seems to know her mom is deceased. I did not remind her of that fact. Perhaps we will go visit her grave tomorrow and then find some lunch.
I wonder if I have planned well enough for our future. Whatever that may be. (Man plans, God laughs.)
Perhaps another meeting with the children is in order. I should make an agenda so that I do not forget anything.
Perhaps more reflection is needed.