I'm a reader. Always have been. Put something printed in front of my eyes and they are pretty much glued to the words.
Came across a couple articles that I wanted to go back and re-read. This was from a few days ago.
And then this one this morning, I've always respected Terryl Givens, wish I had even a small portion the brainpower he does. And maybe even a smaller portion of the ability to articulate those perspectives.
We saw several deer this morning, one with quite a large set of antlers. We might have seen him and his companion more than once, but it's hard to know with the speed they can travel (love to watch them boing, boing, boing). Seeing the urban deer (I'm aware not everyone is a fan of deer) somehow uplifts our walk, reminds us of the beauty our Creator has put on this earth - for us to enjoy.
Ran into our friend on the trail this morning, a rare thing to see her. I was focused on our conversation and getting home so almost didn't recognize her. Which reminds me - we recently had occasion to stop and chat with members from the ward that ours was divided off of, probably nearly a decade ago. Their meeting is after ours in the same building, but we are generally long gone before they finish Sacrament meeting and head to their second hour. That particular Sunday we had chatted and lingered long enough to say hi to a few people we know. I kept shaking my head all the way home wondering aloud how all those people "look so old!!" And of course the follow up wondering - did we look that old/changed to them? Of course we did. I find no disgrace in looking my age. While life hasn't necessarily followed the path I expected, I feel like I've tried hard, conquered challenges and done my best. If that shows in the color of my hair, the wrinkles in my crepey skin, the sagging of my jowls I'm kind of ok with it. Do I wish I looked better (thinner, stronger, more fit)? Absolutely. My personal opinion is that it is just fine to look like we've lived.
I'll admit I still feel like we haven't had enough fun, and will likely go to my grave thinking that. Joy is of more importance than having fun, but really, can't I have both? I guess I want it all. :^)
The results of The Husband's biopsies came: as expected, there are a couple spots of basal cell carcinoma. Such a very common skin issue. Since our dermatologist is moving, he's referred us to another one. We are waiting for the call to schedule the Mohs. Which is a challenge - we don't generally answer calls from "unknown number", The Husband is also prone to putting his phone on the counter and leaving it there most of the time. We'll have to be alert and ready to get this taken care of.
Grateful today, again and always for good air conditioning units. It's hot out. And grateful to think that I will always have things to read that enrich and enlarge my small world. Grateful also for good medical care and insurance to help with the costs.
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