Today is Saturday. Slept in just a half hour longer, so I’m feeling pampered! Pain is sharp in my right leg, but will forge ahead with plans and chores for the day. Have some house cleaning (which I have NEVER adored), and some work pulling grass in the garden. The rain this season has yielded an abundant crop of unasked for grass in that garden. This task will once again be the product of good old leftie that serves to strike the computer keypad as adeptly as she rips the grass from the garden bed. Thank God for leftie. I used to take rightie for granted, assuming she would always be available. I have always given rightie preferential treatment. Of course she’s there; stiff, trembling, and at times just plain cramping, but not the greatest helper. To get her to do something, I have to slow down and focus concentration on what it is I desire of her. Even then, her flexibility is somewhat wanting. Guiding the electric razor over the right side of my face embraced by rightie can be a gruel some task. She refuses to flex at the wrist and requires the attention of her attached arm to move her intently over the growing field of whiskers. What is she afraid of? If only she were not so resistant! Impatience wins the day as leftie grabs old rightie firmly in tow and guides her more rapidly over the whiskers. After all, shaving is not about the journey, but the destination – smooth, baby faced skin! I wonder how many other journeys are sacrificed for sake of the destination. My friend PD is making me take stock of the journeys I’ve been speeding through for sake of the destination. The walking journey has become the most prominent these days. Thank God for the lure of the desired destination or I’d never have the joy of the journey. Before PD, I would take destinations for granted. Clean shave, rapid shower, buttoned shirt, zipped pants, underwear quickly in place, were no brainers. Now, with diminished brain producing PD, each destination requires attention to the journey never before appreciated. I’ve taken to talking not so kindly to the slow member who is always there to remind me that I have a journey to take before I secure the where I intend to go. My cheering (jumping and shaking) hand has to be reeled in occasionally to tasks done intentionally, simply because she can’t go on willie-nillie forever (or can she?).
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