the scheduler

 
Family members have been recently calling to ask how Truett is doing; and I know why.

I haven't been posting about Truett's progress.  So here goes:

Truett is doing fine. He will tell you he is fine. . . but that he just can't walk. 

And Truett is telling the truth. 

We have a routine now and it's all recorded in my Droid calendar. (God forbid I ever lose the thing!) 

I am the scheduler of my life . . .  our lives.  Mom's, Truett's, and mine.

Yes, I control our destiny. . . sort of.

Being an ex-educator, I was used to scheduling my life; I just didn't know that my retired life would be doctor appointments, rehab appointments, hair appointments, manicure appointments, grocery store, drug store, etc.

YIKES!

 
Thursday was a free day.  I had nothing on my Droid calendar for anyone in my family; and I was looking forward to organizing at home. 

But that didn't happen because the young woman who cleans our house was at my home; so I quickly made the decision to drive from the Post Office in Fort White (a spur of the moment decision) to Steinhatchee, Florida, a gulf port, with the best seafood restaurant ever. . . Roy's Seafood Restaurant . 

Plus, I didn't want to get in the way of mops and vacuum cleaners and Pine Sol.

 
Of course, I did have an ulterior motive in the back of my mind. I'd hoped that I would be able to photograph seagulls and pelicans.

 
But, would you know it?

This is the only sea gull in flight that day.

 
Eventually, Truett and I made it back home to face too many yard cats and the smell of Pine Sol. Thankfully, we had enough seafood left over from lunch for Mom to have a decent supper.

Yes, I am the scheduler of our lives.

However, I can't seem to work writing, reading, and meditation into my schedule.

Poo on that!

 

 

Comments

[Mary Anne Gilmer]

Pedicures and manicures? That's surely a "plus" unless they aren't for you.