I'm A-Flutter, I guess

I've been trying off and on all day to write something here. I get through a paragraph or two, reread it and delete it. I've tried several different topics, but nothing was going anywhere.

I felt restless all day. I decided to go into Ruidoso and do some minor shopping, you know, some things like toothpaste, paper plates and a couple cans of mushrooms. Do you know that no one sells slips anymore? I know, I know, they are passé, and I don't usually wear one either, but I'm going to my nephew's wedding on Saturday, and in hopes that I might actually dance, I'd like to have one on for modesty's sake. Never mind, however, I guess I will be either a wallflower or a scandal, because I could not find one at all!

I got my list done at Walmart and headed for the vet's office to get dog food and go home. Along the way I was sidetracked, first to the western store where I bought a couple more pairs of boots, and then by a clothing store I hadn't visited yet, and I bought a couple outfits. I should never set foot in stores when I'm restless or bored because I spend money. Of course, I didn't break the bank, and I love everything I bought, but . . .

I filled the gas tank on the truck. Whoa, that thing has a big tank! Then I came home. Still antsy, but couldn't figure out why. I called my nephew to chat with him. I had a couple questions, but couldn't remember one of them after I got him on the phone. We had a great talk, but I never remembered the second reason for my call.

I finally realized that I'm a bundle of nerves over The House. It occurred to me that I am due to close next Wednesday. I'm a bit nervous about three details that aren't finished up. Allan assures me that everything is moving along about on schedule, and I should not be too worried. It's hard not to. I've waited so long for this, and it signifies such a big milestone that I fear that dreaded "something" that might go wrong.

So I'm fretting, buying, planning, chewing my nails, packing the things I have here, and generally being a worry wart. I can't help it. I am who I am, and right now I'm so anxious I can hardly stand it. Forgive my totally pointless post. I'll be back to normal eventually!