Each of us, every single one, has a finite number of words we will use in our lifetime. Make those words meaningful.
I try to make each moment count with my kids. I am fortunate for I have them every night as L cannot bring them to school. I see them and it’s as if every moment we are together the chess clock is ticking. The second they leave me, I punch the clock so the timer stops.
While at my school site, my phone rang from Sacramento and I instantly knew who it was. I answered and proceeded to make an appointment for my MRI the Monday following my originally scheduled appointment, and for hundreds less.
I read about harmful ingredients in American food this morning (duh – that’s a prime reason I wanted to move to CH). I also know that my love of nachos and cranb
erry crunch doesn’t really help matters, so I decided I need to get things going again and bought ingredients to start making yogurt again as I did when Ethan was a baby. I heated the milk and couldn’t understand why it was talking so long to cool….seems I had turned the flame to ‘low’ instead of ‘off.’ Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly….
I’m wondering if I should go to Terrapin Crossroads this Friday to see Greg. I think it could be fun – the only thing holding me back is…my back. I don’t have enough medicine left to do like I did at Dead & Company. The way things are now, if things don’t change I’ll end up selling my December CRB tickets. To me, that’s a clear sign that it hurts.
Pictures: Pics from my school site.
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