Today was a good day!
I’m sitting here after a glorious day. A day most people take for granted.
This week we celebrate Thanksgiving in the US. It is a time to reflect and be thankful.
Today I am thankful for good days!
Most people wake up in the morning, and simply start their day, without a thought about it. The first thing I do when I wake up is take stock of how I feel, and decide if I can make it to the bathroom alone or if I need to call for help. Today I awoke to find myself feeling…good…I mean really good. This is so unusual lately I was surprised, and very grateful because Stuart wasn’t home. I got up, did my morning routine, with aw. As I walked down the stairs I realized I hadn’t been downstairs since last Thursday, and that wasn’t for long.
I had a little to eat and decided to sit out on the back porch and enjoy the sun. Today was a beautiful day!
Stuart was home soon and surprised to find me outside, and feeling so good. Not just OK, but good. I wanted to get out of the house, but wanted to make sure I didn’t over do it again. We decided to take a drive, but right before we left I started to feel a little off. Head a bit swimmy, so I decided to take some medication, just in case. So we jumped in the Bug and put the top down. We drove to a town near by, stopped at a drive in fast food restaurant, and had a treat. We came home and I decided I still had some energy to spare, so we cut back the dead flowers, and I cut the herbs I could save after the last frost and hung them to dry.
Stuart went to the mailbox and I was so tickled to find a card from one of my favorite people. A friend of mine’s daughter, Ayla, she’s 10 years old. They live in Tucson so I rarely get to see them, but for every occasion she sends me a card, normally with a drawing included. She knows how much I treasure her drawings. You can see her drawing at the top of the post. Yes, that is a penguin in the hot air balloon. Ayla, loves penguins. Isn’t she the best?
Yes, you are right, it was last Monday that I felt so good. So what is it about Mondays? It’s not like my weekends are any different from every other day. I said to Stuart, “So, am I just going to feel good on Mondays?” He said, “No, you’ll feel good tomorrow, you have an appointment with Dr. Kaylie, and you’ll feel good on the 5th, you have an appointment with Dr. Gray.” I just sighed, knowing he was probably right.
Isn’t that often the way? We can feel like crap for the longest time, then the day we go see the doctor, we feel better.
I hate to even say this, but I kind of wish I would feel bad tomorrow, so my doctor could see what I’m going through. *cringe* I know I really shouldn’t say that out loud…or even write it.
Here’s to never taking a good day for granted, and enjoying the small things.
I decided that was enough. I’m not going to push it.