March 25, 2025
Today was that inevitable day
that arises every now and then. I’m sure many of you have had days just like
them. That day when you understand that your routine is for the most part going
to be ignored.
I’m okay with that, at least
in theory. Especially if I have sufficient advance notice, and this time I did.
This morning we left early for
my yearly checkup with my cardiologist. He’s in London, Ontario, so there’s a
bit of a drive involved. Fortunately, my daughter took care of that part of things.
It’s a busy day including a
couple of tests, but since he’s based in a major hospital, there was no real
running around involved. Plus, I had my handy scooter so navigating my way
around the place wasn’t nearly as tiring as trying to do so with my walker or
my cane.
Two and a half hours after
entering the hospital, I was ready for daughter to pick me up. And since it was
also lunch time, we headed off to a Chinese food buffet restaurant—one in a chain
that we’re lucky enough to go two a couple times a year.
Needless to say, there will be
no supper made in the Ashbury household tonight.
David didn’t go with us, and I
know he enjoyed having the day to himself. And since there is always a variety frozen
entrees available, he won’t go hungry. But he has notified us that maybe next
time, he’ll come, too. He’s not overly fond of Chinese food, but they’ve
usually got some roast beef and potatoes to tease his palate.
My schedules are important to
me, it’s just the way I’m wired. I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re the
main glue holding my day-to-day life together. Today, my first thing in the
morning agenda held—it just happened today a couple hours earlier, beginning at
five-thirty a.m.
Hard to believe that I used to
begin each day a little in advance of that time. Ah, the working life. Can’t
say that I miss it all that much.
The snow and ice are finally gone,
at least for the moment. Now we’re waiting for the temperatures to rise a
little so that we can get things tidied up outside. There’s the yard to be
raked and readied for those April showers to stimulate the grass. One of our
wooden garden boxes is about to collapse. I believe our son is going to
construct a new one to replace it. It just remains for us to clean out the one
that’s done. Which we will, once the temperatures rise a bit.
Then, of course, we are
waiting with bated breath to see what will be done with our front walkway. In
the aftermath of the infrastructure work, as you know, our walkway was
destroyed. What we don't know yet is the extent of the damage to the bulbed
flower beds that were on either side of it. That’s not something that’s of
immediate concern. We’ll know the answer to that question sometime before fall
and decide then on how many and what kind of bulbs to plant to replace the missing.
In the meantime, while the
weather spends the days playing with the wet and the chilly, I’m looking
forward to those first few glorious days of warm sun and fresh, fragrant air.
Days when it’s easy to believe that anything is possible, and that everything
is going to be just fine.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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