Support Systems

First night in the new apartment and I dreamed young dreams. That's a good sign, although it is also rather amazing, because I felt very old. Rolling off the blow up bed left me clinging to the folding chair to hoist myself up off the floor. It's one of nature's comical comments that I have an injured rotator cuff on my right shoulder and a swollen, don't even let the sheet touch me left foot big toe and metatarsal bone. One thing about growing older is that all those bone names I learned as a child introduce themselves to me one at a time.

Still, this morning, Chauncey and I discovered that if we go out the back door of our building we can walk around some beautiful old pine trees and breathe in that pine smell I love so much.

Life is just what it is. No amount of philosophizing is going to change it. I don't really know how anyone lives anywhere except the present, that's about all I can deal with on a moment to moment basis. Not being a "seer" it is seldom what I think it's going to be anyway, so any preemptive worrying is generally worthless. Someone wrote that I am their hero. Well, all I can say is that if other heroes function the way I do, we're all heroes.

We just go along, doing the best we know how, rolling with the punches and hoisting ourselves back up whenever we are down. What else can you do? For me I might make sure I have two folding chairs next time. It would make the hoisting a lot easier! Honestly, it is the support system that surrounds me that makes my life not just bearable, but good, really good and I am so grateful for those people.

So here's to good friends! Cheers!