Good Morning (almost afternoon) with sun shining through the windows. No snow over night thank goodness not like yesterday.
Yes the tractor was out again yesterday with Jay moving a lot of snow so we could keep an appointment with the hand doctor. Jay mentioned canceling several times that morning but we made it on time and safely.
Dr. Dass said I had a bit of arthritis in my right wrist but that the main problem was called trigger finger in my right thumb. He recommended that we let it go for a month and see if it doesn’t straighten out. If not a cortisone shot would relieve the pain temporarily. The next step would be a three minute in office surgery. So I’m not going to baby it and see what develops.
Yes that unsmiling little girl hiding the scab on her left knee with a well placed hand is now this 76 years old. Many things have happened between then and now. I do feel lucky to have lived through them. In fact I have probably forgot more than I remember but events that pop up every once in a while bring back sweet memories.
This birthday started with the normal things like feed Molly, empty the dishwasher, transfer laundry, start another tub, feed the outside birds when I took Brandy out for her morning duty, and fed her when we came in. Then I loaded the Bose with two CDs of the Moody Blues and two of the Eagles. I have been sitting here at the keyboard enjoying the music, checking e-mail and I will run through the blogs that I check daily. I can’t help sing a bit and smile a lot as I hear the sounds that please and comfort me.
Next I will make lunch for Jay when he comes in from dialysis. Depending how he feels I’ll see him off to a ‘siesta’ with Brandy or just be around to talk with him as he heads for his computer.
I did hear from my old neighbor Nancy who lived in Orion township next to us and Jeff Brabb in California who used to have a blog that I followed. Both wishing me a Happy Birthday. ( This is what I mean about events that prompt old, pleasant memories.) When I think back I can’t even begin to list all the people who made a difference my life. It is a little sad to think that I have missed giving attention to so many over the years. But overall the years have generated so many happy thoughts that I must smile and want to continue on making happy memories for those around me.
Spirit is talking softly in the corner with an occasional whistle to catch my attention. I regret that my hearing is such that I can’t make out all the things he says but that is one of the prices you pay for growing old. The fact that he is talking is enough comfort for me.
Do have a good week!