Friday is my usual day to go to the Wound Center to treat my toe. Today the doctor took a look and said he was going to give me some *time off*. At first I thought he meant from using the medication on my toe and asked him if he meant that. He laughed and said, *No. I am pleased with how it is healing now so I am going to put you on a two week appointment schedule. I think you might actually be healed by then. In fact, I am hoping so.* I was flabbergasted although I will admit that I thought so, too. It looks that good!
So now my attention has turned to the fact that I might as well plan for my annual trip to Chicago for the reunion with my girlfriends from high school. I know! I know! Seems like a silly thing for someone my age but we have been friends for so long that I hate to miss time with them. We get together and you would think we saw each other all the time. We talk, we laugh and we even tell each other which friends have been lost somehow. We've had friends that died from overdoses of drugs...so sad. Others have just fallen to *natural causes*. Some died peacefully; others died tragically. One died in a fire, a couple died in accidents. Each loss is tragic in it's own way. The group that once was 45 strong is now down to 20 of us. We actually had a couple of our teachers that joined us from time to time. Gone now but not forgotten by any means.
My girlfriend, Carol....the one out in California....seems on the mend, finally! I worry about her at her age. She is 78 years young. And she is going to be a grandmother...we hope! Her daughter-in-law has lost four from miscarriages but this one seems to be doing well so far. She almost hates to get excited until the pregnancy is a bit further along. Plus, the mother is not young (she is 42 years old) and there are other dangers that they know they might have to face. Such things as Downs Syndrome and a few other things. I try to be positive and I ask that you might say a prayer or two that things go well for her daughter-in-law, her name is Guyen. Yes, she is of oriental extraction and a very nice person. Carol is a warm, loving and generous soul and I would wish her to be happy and have a grandchild to love and lavish with attention. She has certainly lavished it on MY great-grandchildren and calls herself the *stand-in granny*. LOL! I couldn't wish for a better one.
My son, Mustachio, should arrive here tomorrow and I freshened up the guest room, again, for his use. He will only be here for a few days but the change should be good for him. He plans on seeing Sheepie, the Princess and Chewlee and me, of course. **Grin** I enjoy his company and we are good friends, I think. I am more than just his mother. We are confidantes, too.
I think that's something that comes easy to mothers. We love our children and, when they share the thoughts they hesitate to reveal to anyone else, there we are! We make no judgments that we voice out loud but we do pray that they make right choices in life. How could we not? We offer suggestions, of course, but we do it gently. After all, they are adults and would resent anything else. We also do not want to alienate them so that they no longer confide in us. It's part of motherhood. We know our children. We may not like a lot of the things they do but we love them, regardless. It takes a hell of a lot of discord to make us remove that love from them or at least remove showing that love to them any more. I know about that part all to well. Ah, but no more on that part. This is a son I love and hate to see him in the physical pain that he is suffering with his broken wrist.
It was very, very hot here today. It got up to 89 and was humid, too. But we were luckier than poor Orlando. They were up to 98! The Beast jokingly asked me if I felt like visiting Disney World...LOL! Oh, sure! Let's go! ROFLMAO!
More hot weather tomorrow, of course but the plants love it. So does our front lawn, which the Beast seems to avoid mowing for some reason. I can look and see the tops of the onions that used to be grown here. It's going to smell like onions when he DOES mow. Sheesh! Oh well, love you all and I hope you can keep cool this weekend. Be good. ***Hugs***
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