Hot pants

I will never - ever - ever again make snide remarks about the 'People of Walmart'.  I think perhaps, maybe I have a little better of an understanding of where their train station is.  I thought before the train had run off the track but now I think I see the mirror and who is looking back at me. 
This morning as I am sitting in the vet's office holding the poor hurt kitty - waiting and waiting ( they squeezed me in) but also charged me double -  the light bulb more than went off - it  - BURST.  Burst right there in front of my face - a face stricken with panic and stupidity.  Kitty is crying her pitiful ' i hate the doctor' meow and I look down to console the poor baby and EEEKKKK!!!!!!!!!!  OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have my shorts on INSIDE OUT!!!!!!!!!! The total humiliation is like getting knooked down by a rogue wave in the kiddie pool. 
I look for a hole to crawl into but I am out of luck.  Kitty meows again but I'm now thinking she knows my shorts are on inside out and she is embarassed to have such an absent minded owner.  I see abathroom down the long dark hallway and I make a break for it.  DANG!!!!!!!!!  The door is locked.  My luck has never been that good and this is the icing on the cupcake and me on a diet.
Maybe no one will notice.  Maybe they will feel sorry for me and lessen the bill.  It ain't over till the fat lady sings and no one in the vets office is singing only me signing the blues.

Easter

Tonight as I was dutifully doing my laps in the pool I looked up into the powder blue sky that was almost cloudless. Hanging precariously in the western sky were several puffy pink clouds in the shape of a giant cross. The horizontal section of the cloud cross began to drip and became like feathers. Angel feathers.
Slowly night began to take over and the pink puffy clouds dazzling my imagination pointed toward the planet Venus. According to mythology Venus was the Roman goddess of Love. So my cross, angel was now pointing to a representative of Love.

It all comes together inside my head and heart.

Waiting for a plane

I'm sitting at the airport waiting for my sisters' flight to arrive (three hours late) trying to get into the holiday spirit. Spending three hours at the airport waiting on a plane is not the most glorious time. After devouring ice cream (way too expensive) buying Florida nick nacks and pacing the floors I plopped my weary body down next to Gate E. There was a family singing Christmas carols holding signs and a group of people standing really close to the gate with lots of loud voices. I listened and saw an amazing act.

My heart melted into a puddle of pudding - right there by Gate E.
I saw people holding 'Welcome Home' signs, kids and adults waving American flags and retired men in military dress saluting military individuals coming through the gate.

The retired personnel announced the branch of service the individual was in and shouted 'Welcome Home'. Then all the onlookers clapped. It was awesome.

A young injured army man walked down the aisle of Gate E leaning on his cane. This is when my puddle became a roaring river. The clapping and cheering boomed inside the busy airport lounge. My heart turned over with admiration and relief - they are home. The waiting no longer seemed boring and unproductive.

Invasion of the body snatchers

At this point in time I am taking an oral prednisone/steroid, an inhaled prednisone/steroid and yesterday an injected prednisone/steroid. Perhaps I can be the next Hulk with all of this steroid being pulsed into my body. Reading the literature it states the evil side effects like suppressing your immune system. HHHMMMM. Don't I need my immune system to fight off all the bad stuff that enters my body?

I am in desperation mode to fight off this asthma - naturally. I keep hitting that brick wall and continue to get sicker and sicker. There must be a better way. All the drugs seem to do nothing. I am taking so many vitamins and supplements and medications that I need a giant pill box to contain them.

Frustration is my shadow and my shadow seems to be overtaking me. I keep fighting this battle that continues to go downhill. I keep painting on the positive face and searching for answer that never work. I want to overcome this boil of despair and toss all the drugs that I am dumping into my body. And most important I want to obtain an immune system that fights off the bad gunk invading my body.

Begin with the end in mind

It's an awesome morning in Florida as fall sweeps across the sand dunes and sand spurs. A dip in the pool has completely shaken the sleepiness from me. I recline on the chaise in the lanai and look dreamily up at the sky littered with so many twinkling stars and planets.

The morning darkness is still lurking like a feral cat with a cool breeze (some Floridans think 70 is cool) rippling across my body. The quiet and serenity wraps me in a soft cocoon. I count the shining stars and search for the big dipper. Total silence fills my space and I enjoy every second of the peacefulness.

The blinking of the stars lulls me off to dreamland. I take in deep Yoga breaths and my body becomes a feather light vessel. I could stay in this position forever with the breeze and darkness and the stillness soaking in the beauty of the morning. Coffee calls me but I cannot leave this wonderful tranquil space where morning has greeted me with the gems of the earth.