Aslan doing what he does best. Posing and being in the way.
Well, the weeks went by fast enough, even if I can't move fast. The weeks just race up behind me and pass me by. I guess it's a sign of aging. The world spins a little faster.
Facing some health problems, and with my anxiety level in the clouds, I decided that I needed some time off from my responsibilities at the church. I took the months of July and August off, and will start back at the piano the first Sunday of September. Except for Covid, when there wasn't church, I have not had time off in years. I felt guilty the first Sunday, but the 2nd Sunday was okay. My girls were pleased that I had followed through with this.
I am not keen on driving at night so I no longer hold choir practice through the week. We go over the special before church begins. It works out okay, since we have sung them before. It's not ideal, but it will have to do until someone is willing to take over, but I don't see anyone waiting in the wings. I had my 80th birthday in July, so as much as I wish I could do better, I can't.
It is absolutely dreadful when your mind thinks you can do things, but when you try, your body yells, "No, No, No!!!!!" I get so disgusted with myself. However, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, as long as I can.
The captain is a bit of a worry, as well. He's not moving too well, and I am always nervous about him falling. He doesn't say much about how he's feeling, so I need to guess how he is.
The bright light in my rather mundane life is seeing my granddaughters and my daughters. Since the granddaughters are living in the city now, and very busy, I don't see them as often as I would like, and my daughters are busy as well. I am proud of them for what each has accomplished and are accomplishing. My eldest has taken courses at university and is doing quite well. She does that with farm duties in between. I'm amazed.
Well, I guess I will close this off. I am glad that I finally written here. I think about writing a lot more often than I actually write. Cheers!