About Appreciation and Apprehension

Sorry, yesterday I really didn't feel like writing about anything - except for the one topic, which I promised I wouldn't mention! And so I didn't.

Today was nice and sunny again, but unfortunately full of things to do, tomorrow being a public holiday. Among other things, I had to cash that little precious cheque and do some shopping that was long overdue. And just putting the shopping list together for the long weekend ahead took about half an hour. But that's because I am a person with a short attention span!

In the afternoon I went for my second stint as volunteer at Dar Guzeppa Debono (I wrote about this at the end of January). The home is in a wonderful location, and I'd have loved to just sit up there on a wall and watch the ferries come and go. Obviously that wasn't an option, so I just took a quick snapshot, disturbing wires and all, to linger over at home:

My job at the home is filing... I feel really good about it, even though I'm not doing anything out of this world. But the funniest part is: I hate filing. My home office is a disaster zone and if I had some money to spare, I'd employ someone to file away the mess!! I reckon that has something to do with work being appreciated by others. Well. Perhaps it's time I started appreciating myself a little more?

My son went to Malta with friends after work and is going to spend the night over there. I always feel a little apprehensive about that... blissfully ignoring the fact that when I was his age I was renting a small flat on my own, and went abroad with friends! But then, where I grew up that was considered the normal thing to do, and part of becoming an independent person.

Mmmh... a thought worth pondering! Why the heck should it be different here and now, and what am I worried about?? It's not that I don't trust him, because I do. It's too late now to ask my mother what she thought about my wandering off... Do all mothers feel like that?