|Marsh at Bethel Beach|
Today at work I was reminded
What that reminded me of was that my grandmother said "presently" often, but she pronounced it differently. She didn't say presently. She said predny, or at least that's how it sounded when it came out. "Supper will be ready predny," she'd say, skipping over at least one syllable and adding a whole new consonant. And she meant supper would be ready soon. Outside of my immediate family, I'm not sure I've heard the word pronounced that way.
Yesterday's return to reality was less than pleasant.
I suppose I'll get used to this whole back to work and school thing presently. But for now I'm still a little disgruntled. Guess I'd better snap out of it, though, there's no use being miserable over it. I can't change anything about any of it except my outlook
So, I promise to stop complaining about how difficult this week has been. Soon.
p.s. Hop over to my mother's blog and read her post about delivering seafood with my father New Year's Day. You won't be sorry.