Alas, I have been distracted, tired or just too uninspired to write anything.
The current political climate scares the bejesus out of me and I don't want to be sucked down into the morass of daily complaining and whining. I want action about this country, but I am not sure what. We need change. These are scary times and I fear for the whole planet, not just my little patch of the Foothills
I have been enjoined NOT to write too much about my grandson- and the one who will join the family this fall.
I am trying NOT to obsess about the upcoming surgery, but people keep telling me horror stories. To save time here in future convos:
- yes, I know it will hurt
- yes, i Know PT is important
- yes, I know PT will hurt
- No, I don't want to hear about the terrible thing that happened to your aunt's cousin' sister's hairstylist
Pleas just tell me I will be ok. Offer to visit me bring me snacks. This is daunting enough without any "advice".
I just turned 61 on Sunday. SIXTY-ONE How the heck did THAT happen?? Time marches on, as the saying goes.
So today, I will sing in the car on my way to work, try not to let the stresses of the day knock me flat, try more to live in the moment ( more on that if I ever get the review of the concert we went to on Friday, I have a rant and a rave in my head)
Peace.
Sixty-one? You are a child. I will be turning - yes - seventy in late AUgust. HOW the hell did that happen?
ReplyDeleteI will visit and bring you flowers AND snacks - no nuts!
At the risk of pissing you off, I hate my PT - and yet, it was the single best thing that did the most good, and when it was over - I missed it! So go figure.
Tom