Morning

I absolutely adore the morning. Everyone else is sound asleep. I walk outside and hear the sounds of the birds chirping. This week has been very strange. I tumbled with my lawn moyer this week. Waking up to black eyes, skinned nose, and chin. Thank God for my friends who took the time to nourish me back to health with their wound care and food and unselfish love. (Thanks Scherie!)

My mom. It is mother's day. Talked to my mom who is full of anxiousness, nervousness. She says it is just age. Getting older. I told her, "you know mom, you always come back". Knowing exactly where that phrase came from. After a week of tons of teenagers and my house being a wreck, yeah, it was good to be alone last night. I went to sleep at 9 and woke at 4. I cooked barbecued pork chops. Money is a tight issue right now for me. Paying my son's bills and mine. I still say, "it'll be ok". I woke up. Life is good.

Planted the flowers Jamie gave me last week. There's been so much rain I haven't been able to plant them until today. Don't remember the name of the flowers, only that they will get to be 2' and they are red.

I still look like a racoon with a third eye, like Annie said, but, I am healing. The eyes turned a deeper purple and red with time! Yes, and Fran had to tell me about the racoon she encountered at a patient's house the day before my accident!