Endless Summer

One of the things I want to do this year, is to continue writing. So, to begin my endless summer, I think back to the summers of my youth. Nothing special, as a matter of fact, they were rather lonely. We never went anywhere...my parents could not afford much. I spent my time reading, visiting friends, and lounging around. We never went to camps, or had weekend trips, as money was always a factor. I, in turn, became a reader, and always got lost on an adventure in one of my books.

This summer, I have plans. We are doing some remodeling of our house, and fixing up things. I don't know that we will travel, but that is ok. I want to invest the time and money in our home. After all, it is where we live, and defines us to some degree.

I also plan to read. I want to read as much as I did during my youthful summers. I want to lose myself in adventures that are exciting and rare. Reading can do that.

I hope to do some school work for next year, but not right away. I want to visit friends and family, and see if I can help 2 of my friends going through a rough time right now.

I want to pray more. God has been good to me, and I want to renew my relationship with him.

I want to enjoy my container garden. It is in that garden that new life happens, on a very small scale, and that in itself is peaceful.

Endless summer. It was was Beach Boys song, but it has so many possibilities. This year, I hope my summer is endless.

Baby steps

It has been a while. Life certainly has gotten in my way. It has a habit of doing that. Seems just when you want to do things "your" way, life has a way of forcing you to do it another way.

I've had surgery--a knee injury. I am off crutches finally, and limping around. I have learned just how intolerant I am. Little inconveniences bother me, as do small changes in plans. I like things done my way. I guess we all are like that to an extent, but when you cannot walk without someone's help, or roll over in bed without crying in pain, you learn just how intolerant you are, of your own inconveniences.

I hate to ask for help. I am very stubborn. I have learned that both of my children are the same. My daughter, though, has compassion. Her compassion, and tolerance is a quality unique to her. My son, does not have compassion. He just does what needs to be done. Both of my children have done their share to help me through this ordeal, without sacrificing their own professions and social life..too much!

My husband has been a saint. He knows me, and he knows what I need. Sometimes he forgets, but that is ok. He also tolerates me. I know I can be impossible, especially when I am trying not to depend on him, but he still tolerates me. I know that is love.

So, it has been a while. Life has gotten in my way, but now I want it to get out of my way, and let me be myself again. Baby steps. That is what the Physical therapist says, and he is right. Baby steps.