Today was a better day. I gave myself permission to have a good cry last night. I cried for my brother, my mother, my father...and everyone else who is gone. Then, I got up, took a shower, put my jammies on and put a comedy in the DV player and laughed myself to sleep.

Today was indeed a better day. The sun shone through the raindrops and some more of the spring flowers popped through the ground.

I went to the hospital to get my port flushed...that's a little chore I have to do every month. They put the thing in when I had chemo and are leaving it in til they feel pretty sure the cancer is gone. Its an annoyance, but a very small price to pay.

After that, I went to our friendly WalMart and bought some new summer clothes, shorts and tees. I don't know what there is about shopping that always makes me feel better, but it does.

I'm not a shopper, shopper...I usually know what I want, go right to it, buy it and leave the store. I guess I'm a creature of habit...I know what works for me and am somewhat reluctant to try something new. Hmmm...wonder if that makes me an old fuddy duddy! Maybe I better go back and look at that purple and green outfit I saw!

Our "Lone Turkey" has come back, at least I think its the same one from last year. Poor ol fella, he can't seem to hook up with a hen and he struts across the field in front of the house...back and forth, back and forth. I worry that some avid hunter is gonna take him home for dinner.

We're talking about getting a few goats to raise. I mean after all, this is a farm...we should have something other than dogs and cats I would think. I don't know how many, or even how soon but I'm looking forward to it. I thought a few chickens might be a good idea as well. We had a lot of those when I was a kid...my mother used to ring their necks and cook em for Sunday dinner. I confess, I won't be the one to do that job, but I will scatter their feed and collect the eggs.

Gotta go get supper over so I'll be ready for American Idol.