Honestly, I Keep Meaning to Write. in From this day forward

  • May 19, 2015, 10:11 p.m.
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So here I am. To update on the kidney thing. I went for labs three weeks ago. Then I had to wait two weeks to get results. Seems to be their pattern. Anyway, levels are back to normal. Only request is I keep drinking one and a half to two liters of water a day. I do that already. I go back in four months for another check. If all remains well then it will be six months. Next I see the Pulmonary doc at the end of the month. Always something!

Mother’s Day was nice. I received a few gifts, and dinner was good.
I have been asking two of my son’s to come over and help me clear out all the over growth from last years planting. It’s just a patio, but some of the plants in pots and the area around it went nuts last year. What I envisioned was a little English garden. Didn’t turn out that way. One of the flowers turned out to be a vine that put out Moon flowers. Gorgeous, but got way out of hand. But I digress. My son’s. It would take them no time to pull, shovel and bag up, but still a no show. I know they are busy, but they could take one hour out of their life. Now this is starting to sound like a whine, so I’ll shut up.

The weather has gone from really cold to Hot-lanta. Hardly a spring except for the many days of rain. I have a cousin that lives in Winnipeg. They had snow yesterday. I think I’ll take hot and humid.

I think one of the reasons my writing has been practically non-existent is because nothing much happens, or at least not worth writing about.
I do have a new neighbor. She’s an 80yr. old widow. She owns several townhome’s, including her own, in our development. I’m a shut in compared to her. It’s amazing all the stuff she does.
My other neighbor, two doors down, is still crazier than a bed bug, but has a great big heart. If I were to have any complaints about her it would be her “gift giving”. Periodically she calls me and says she has something for me. How do I saw no? So I don’t and accept her gift. She then tips her hand by saying she’s had said items in her garage for ex amount of time. Her latest is an Aquatic Garden thing. I would like it except I have no place for it, plus it needs to be plugged in to work. She probably hates to throw it away, but instead of asking me if I want it, knowing I would say no, she says it’s a gift. Maybe I can re-gift it to someone someday. Ack!

On a somber note, I grieve at the progressing fatal illness of an old friend from Open Diary and FaceBook. If my memory was functional I could give her pen name, but it’s not. I will not mention her real name here. Besides, those who know her know of whom I speak. Anyway, pretty soon that wonderful light will leave this world leaving us with a lesser place to live in. Cancer really sucks!
Sorry to leave on that note.

Later~


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