Patio Time and Thinking
After the great rain yesterday, it was a chance to sit on the east patio and enjoy the time before the bugs gave themselves permission to invade. We had commented that as we had had such a dry spell there had not been a hatching.
I had my trusty walker with me on the patio as traveling the distance of our drive multiple times, there was not going to be a chance of a misstep. The trees were alive with bird songs.
Snuggles came and sat on my lap for the longest time. Even his nurturing of extending his claws over and over was doable.
I had a good breakfast and was dressed . . . with nowhere to go. It was surreal. Is this how it would feel if things had turned out differently over the last months? Enjoying the spring-washed air waiting for an attendant to make sure I was attached securely to the walker to take me back to my room in a nursing home. Hmm.
Moments do creep up when the mind can wander. It can wander all it wants to. I gave Snuggles a friendly push off of my lap. I left the walker in the patio porch where I will find it again for tomorrow’s walk and went into the house. There are buttons to push on the washing machine and a cup of steaming coffee waiting for me.
I do have many quiet moments ahead of myself as my body recovers from heart surgery. As I was enjoying that cup of early morning coffee, I was thumbing through a quilt magazine. Ya . . . I like where that is going.