Monday Yammerings

I did my walk this morning and met who I do believe may be my new best friend.

I don't know her name yet - but was she adorable.

She looks about 75 and has had knee replacements.

She kept feeling bad every time I passed her, remarking "I wish I could walk that fast"

 - so I walked with her a bit and encouraged her.

I told her she's walking faster than everyone else that's just sitting on the couch.

I just know we'll be best buds one day.

She'll invite me over and teach me a new crochet stitch as we eat sandwiches with the crusts cut off and talk about 'the good ole days'.

Had my yearly mammogram.

YEOUCH!

It hurt much worse since I've lost weight.

She kept taking films - do they take films? - well whatever it was they were doing - they kept doing it to my left boobie.  It concerns me because that's the one I had the biopsy on years ago.

As I was getting dressed again - I thought of all my friends - six to be precise - that have been battling breast cancer in the last few years.

I've never been the person to say 'why me?' - but more often I'm the person that says 'why not me?'

Every time I get a clean mammogram - I'm so extremely thankful.

It makes you realize how quickly what you call life could change.

On the way down in the elevator I met the most adorable old man and his mentally handicapped son.

We struck up a conversation and I immediately wondered if the lady I met earlier was married, and if this old guy was married and if not ......

: -)

But mention his wife he did -

He was the kind of man that just made you happy to look at his face.

I know first hand the challenge that it is as you are aging to take care of a handicapped adult.

My mom struggled so - as she was elderly to keep my sister Vivian home.

So I've just been up in here doing laundry, mopping floors and thinking.

My very favorite kind of days.

Ordinary ones.

The ones with routines, chores, peace and order.

Planning a nice spaghetti dinner.

You heard me! 

Spaghetti baby!

I haven't had a noodle in nearly a year.

I found Tinkayada brown rice noodles at the grocery this morning.

I'm not wanting to make it a regular part of my nutrition - but once in a while for a splurge.

Picked up such a beautiful head of romaine lettuce today that it was almost pornographic!

I've been thinking about life again - and I know I'm not the only one that thinks this way - perhaps I think it more than the normal person - because I've cultivated a life that gives me a lot of time to think

.

I always want to know that I'm doing 'the right thing'.

Doing what I've been put here to do.

Making a difference somehow - somewhere.

Until I figure out what it is that THAT is -

I will mop the floor.

I will do the dishes.

I will plan a spaghetti dinner.

I'll text Aaron and tell him I love him.

I'll call Glen during his lunch and chat.

I'll take care of myself.

I'll feed the chickens and pet the cat.

I'll continue to blog here about my flatulence, gaggy healthy recipes and my search for life's meaning.

Such are all the things that make me happy.

Because - as a wise old bird once told me -

"When you feel that you don't know what your purpose is - do the work that's at your hand."

Actually, no bird told me that - I just made it up - but didn't it sound better to say that a wise old bird told me?

I think you might be surprised when you find out -

that could be your very purpose.

So when you go up to roost tonight...

Ask yourself this question.

Am I being the best me I can be?