The sun is just about peaking up over the hill. Sunday morning again. Smoke coming out of chimneys, snow covered roofs, a dog barking in the distance. Birds tweeting in my hedges under the window. Supposed to be warmer than yesterday. 18 degrees outside right now.
Back is bothering me from snow shovelling, but it looks like that chore is done for now...with a few days of
warmer weather in the forecast. This is not my favorite time of year. Yes I have a snow blower, but it is too big. I let other people run it. I'm a little afraid of the thing.
I'm feeling much better now after my bout with the chickenpox. After the first few feverish delusional days, I just dealt with the "poxes" as best as I could. They are still healing but I can function in the world. A friend of mine called yesterday who is much older than me, and he lamented that whenever he gets together with people all they talk about are their ailments. He called to invite to me to dinner to a celebrate an "important milestone." I had assumed it was a major birthday, but after I hung up the phone I realized he never actually said that was the reason for the dinner. I thought about it and remembered that the man had heart surgery 20 years ago, cancer surgery about 5 years ago....and he mentioned during the conversation how "glad he is to still be here." Hmmm.
Milestones in people's lives. How do you measure your life? By age? By accomplishments? By the way you overcome adversity? By surviving despite the odds being against you? I "measure my life with coffeespoons" like J. Alfred Prufock, I suppose. Day to day. A million revisions before the taking of toast and tea.
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