Tuesday, July 8, 2025

     Mid-day, I am lying on the couch almost napping. A fierce wind arises blowing and twisting the pine tree branches. Scraping sounds of furniture being pushed along the patio. An airplane flies low overhead mimicking the sounds of the wind.  The fog retreats to the horizon and the wind continues. Will the old pine tree topple on to my house this time.  I hope not.

     I brave the blasts of wind to drag my garbage bins to the street. Monday is garbage day.  I know I can ask for help but I want to do it even in the wind.

     During quiet times I rehearse what I expect for the surgery next Tuesday. This is my 6^th surgery at CHOMP in 4 years.  I know the drill and the pitfalls. I suspect this will be my last surgery. It is funny how the mind worries and creates images of the future. Some images of doing well and some not. I am anxious to get this over with.

     My reading time has decreased. I have a pile of books to return to the library and books to pick up.  The personal librarian is on a well deserved vacation.  Still the books call to me.  I am currently slowly reading IS A RIVER ALIVE and ACCIDENTAL ASTRONOMY, both well written.