Five grouches on Friday

Amy at Love Made My Home hosts Five on Friday every week.  She is so wonderful to do so and every week people join in and celebrate something great about their lives and their week. I seem to have come up with five very random photos to share as my thoughts are random and not so positive at the moment.

It seems as I get older something will set me off and I have a hard time letting it go.  This week I received a letter in the mail from our Home Owners Association about installing cameras at our entrance and exit gates.  I wrote to the woman at the agency who sent the letter stating my displeasure with the idea and gave her the reasons I felt were an appropriate in response to the reasons stated for having the cameras.  She forwarded the email to the president of the association who wrote me back about his opinions on the matter.  I felt such anger at her for forwarding an email sent directly to her without my permission.  When I stated as much she said it should be assumed she would do so.  I wrote back to the president in response to his email stating it was a privacy issue and he should not have received my email, nor commented on it. I also wrote that he should make sure each letter that goes out from the agency states that he will receive emails sent to the agency even though it states to send the emails to the agents specific email address.  Does any of that make sense?  Such a little issue, but it got me very worked up none the less.

Pollen.  Well I just can't say enough against it.  I live near a very wooded area and the pollen from the trees covers everything outside in a thick blanket of green.  Finally when it is nice enough to have your windows open you can't because everything inside will turn green, too.  I have to wipe down my outside area 3 or 4 times a week, and it still doesn't seem to clean up, the pollen just gets moved around, and around, and around.  I have at least 5 more weeks of this, yuck!

I am not sure why I seem to wake up extra early with a headache almost every Friday.  Friday is my day off so it is not a fun way to start the day.

I went to a new to me yarn store south of where I live but near one of the medical foster homes I visit.  The ladies were so lovely, very kind and friendly, but I felt their inventory was a mesh of everyone's old stash.  There were price tags on things that seemed to be years old, and I have to say, as cute as the store was it smelled like old yarn.  I won't be going back anytime soon that is for sure.  My LYS is closing, the owner is retiring, that does not make me happy at all.

I have gone up a pants/shorts/skirt size and I am not happy about it.  My weight is the same, and yes I need to exercise more, but that bigger number really irritates me.

Oh and I need more, time to knit, I know that is six but so be it!

On another note, several of you have asked what a medical foster home is.  Here in the United States we have a foster care system for children who cannot be with their families for various reasons. Medical foster families have had extensive training with complex, medically involved children in need of a home.  These children have been separated from their parents for various reasons, some may go up for adoption, (Little Buddy is an example) and some will be reunited with their families when their case plan has been approved.  In rare cases the family cannot take care of their child due to the distance they live away from the hospital, but they are still very much involved in the child's life.  I have seen many of the kids I work with be adopted into new homes, some going to live with a family member but not their birth parents, and some returning to their parents after much training and monitoring.  These medical foster families take on very complex children and give them the love and care they need to flourish, they also make sure they get all services needed to help them develop at the best rate possible.   Little Buddy's medical foster family is still very much involved in his life as they love him so much, and because I am at their home 4 - 8 hours per week working on their own adopted children, and the children they have in care.  They worked so hard to help him, and their stable love helped make the transition to our home as easy and smooth as possible. 

Knitting, I am looking at you!  You and I are going to find some much needed time to be together today.

Happy Weekend!