It feels like winter here today. Big, dark clouds. A chill in the air. Snow about an hour north of me. Is this Spring? It makes me wonder what our summer will be here in Indiana. I have been traveling with a friend lately and have taken some photos. You can see some on my other WP site, Through my eyes.
I haven’t been doing much of anything as of late. I have been fighting that spastic colon thing again. I hate it when it flares up. Do any of you have this issue? You really have to be careful what you eat when it is flared; but then again, you have to be cautious of what you eat all the time with this.
I went to the doctor this past week. For some reason my white cell count is still running high. It has been for about five months, with no reason. I am continuing to lose weight each doctor visit, but I don’t always look like it with this colon thing going on.
Are you able to get out and work in the garden, or enjoy the warm weather? I am so jealous of you, but hopefully, one of these days we will reach 70 again and not go backwards in temperatures.
I am still writing my poetry. Not as quick as I was, but still writing. My daughter came up to visit for a bit today. I hadn’t seen her since February. She brought my remaining items I didn’t have room enough to move with me when I moved back here to Indiana. Her daughter wasn’t with her and that was sad; but I understood. She was catching up with old friends and wouldn’t any teen rather be with their friends than old people? LOL.
Next year she will be a Senior. I can’t believe I can still see her little face when she came home from the hospital many years ago. Where does the time go? Thankfully, I have more grandchildren that are still young. It doesn’t make me feel quite so old.
Where does the time go?
Each breath that I take
Becomes yesterdays news
Can’t believe it’s getting so late.
We don’t really see it
The minutes ticking by
Our children all growing
Soon they will say goodbye.
Most of the time it seems as if I haven’t changed much; but I know I have when I realize that one grandchild is graduated. One more will be next year, and another is coming close. It makes you listen real close to the pitter patter of little feet running through the house. It makes you aware of those innocent giggles. Life is for the taking, and I am enjoying making memories.