Popping My Buttons
Oh my gosh! Dennis and I were able to see Megan’s Baccalaureate event via a live stream last night.
Who knew when Uncle Kevin found an electric typewriter for Megan quite a few years ago, she would take honors at the ceremony last night with achievements in writing and composing various forms of prose and also entering them for critique. Expressing one’s self with clarity in this day and age with electronic gizmos is very special. The art work that Megan does also brought accolades. I was popping my buttons. Both the writing and the art will stay with her for a long time to come and bring personnel enjoyment and satisfaction. I am speaking from experience.
I have worked myself into taking the rest of the day off. My sister always said we had a front yard as large as a postage stamp. Said stamp has been mowed with my trustee push mower and bagger. I have made arrangements for the rest of the acre to be mowed tomorrow. The grass is lush. Maybe, and I will repeat . . . maybe, next week Dennis can using the rider mower. I am not promising him anything. We have come too far to let a few spears of grass be a downfall. As I change the dressing, it is remarkable the healing after this, the eighth day. When all systems are a “go” with circulation, the healing commences.