It's a beautiful day here. Lots of sunshine, temps are just right, flowers are blooming, birds are singing, and the squirrel with feathers on his legs is in the birdfeeder again. Yep, I do believe that, this time, spring is here to stay.
Sarah saw her doctor yesterday and was put on bed rest. She will be re-checked again Friday. On Tuesday she will have another scan and doctor will make decisions then. I'm so thankful that her parents are here. If they were on the road driving and worrying about Sarah I would be worried sick. I guess bottom line is that Sarah stays in bed and the rest of us pray that this all goes smoothly. I really believe it will - you all know that I over react.
This week something that my father said on more than one occasion comes to mind. "It's not what you use to do that counts; it's what you can do now." I'm having to come to grips with the fact that I just can't do some of the things I did as recently as last year. (Neither can Harry but he's not ready to admit it.) It's depressing! I'll manage to get through this season and then Harry and I may need to begin to think about downsizing. We do not need a four bedroom house and rather large yard to maintain. A small patio home would be much more appropriate. While neither of us is ready for the bone yard, I believe we deserve to do the things we want to do (playdays, paint, needlework, golf (on good days), read, and light travel) and not be burdened with so many "have-to's".
Now that I've said that - tomorrow I may disavow ever thinking such a thing. But you'll know differently. I'm a tough old gal but even tough old gals get tired. Don't feel sad or sorry for me - it's progression. Progression is good.