Mom and I headed east to Goodwill. She got out there, but not me. I drove across Highway 80, parked the car at Middle Georgia State University, and jogged for awhile. That’s a great way to begin a day.
A trip 6.5 miles west of Roberta and we were at Greenway Farms. They sell healthy food. The folks enjoy mom’s visits and I usually walk around while she looks.
The Flash, on Netflix, got a little of my time, but I don’t sit for long.
It was a good day of texting and talking with my family.
My Childrens mom is waiting on an appointment with a cardiologist because of chest pain the other day. My son is getting ready for another stress test. He had some discomfort on the last one.
It feels good to continue on and maintain a pretty good attitude. I am a caregiver for my 91 year old mom, and that’s tough duty. I may not be able to explain why, but I feel it.
I had hoped to be able to average at least 10,000 steps a day in February, ah, didn’t quite make it. 9297. Maybe in March . . .
Mom and I were walking around, getting some exercise. I stopped to tie my shoe and she kept going. This picture was taken after she had sat there for about fifteen minutes. She seemed oblivious to me and it made me wonder what she may have been thinking. She is ninety one years old, the last of ten children.
This quote helped create a foundation for everything in my life.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’ ” Erma Bombeck
A Prayer for the Game of Life
“DEAR GOD, help me be a good sport in the game of life. I don’t ask for an easy place in the lineup. Put me anywhere you need me. I only ask that I can give you 100% of everything I have. If all the hard drives seem to come my way, I thank you for the compliment. Help me to remember that you never send a player more trouble then he can handle with your help…
And help me, Lord, to accept the bad breaks as part of the game. May I always play on the square no matter what others do…Help me study…THE BOOK so I’ll know the rules…
Finally, God, if the natural turn of events goes against me and I am benched for sickness or old age, help me accept that as a part of the game, too. Keep me from whimpering that I was framed or that I got a raw deal. And when I finish the final inning, I ask for no laurels; all I want is to believe in my heart, I played as well as I could and that I didn’t let you down.