Five from Twenty is Fifteen

Keeping self busy...but number crunching to myself

Fifteen days  until my surgery.

Both my children want me in the rehab facility instead of home.

I guess they are thinking...big old me, three children, two cats, one dog.

And, what if something goes wrong.

Doctor says it is best to be home so I do not catch anything else.

What to do???

Tonight, I worked on this:

I wish I could practice the serenity prayer

instead of just mouthing it...

My son is cleaning my car because cousin Ann is coming on Sunday.
Wahoooooo!!!
Last night my son went to the grocery store for us.
In the parking lot, he heard a car with squeaking brakes....
He approached the driver, offering to fix the brakes...for a certain amount.
The man called him today....He had already bought the brakes and pads
for his car..for Eamon to fix.and he brought his friends and their cars.
Sooo proud of my son.

My life struggle is in acceptance...

Accepting life on life's terms.. sooo.difficult

Age..is upon me.

Outside,

I can appreciate a tree without having to climb it.

My memory enjoys my life without my having to relive it.

I walk with a cane.

but, I walk.

Physically, I am no longer strong.

My son and my grandchildren are..

We are family together..in the shelter of each other.

I am grateful.

I hate change.

I hate loss.

Too late...life is about change and loss.

My friend died yesterday from ALS

The thought of ALS increases the tremor in my left hand..

Every day, I read outside under a tree.

I go through 2 or 3 books a week.

I am no longer guilty for relaxing.
I am trying Carpe Diem.

So many friends are offering to hold my hand..
xxoxoxo