Jul 28, 2010

So, here I am at this poor neglected blog, again.  I spend a lot of time learning the concepts of the medical coding class I am taking.  It is much like learning a second language, but I find it fascinating.

I don't see too many people these days, a few neighbors, my friend Sandy, and my granddaughter Amber.  All of these things are a gift to me.  I feel my age, and wonder about my siblings and friends who live so far away from me.

I am getting older, this is true, and cannot be denied.  I have pretty much come to terms with the fact that I am never going to meet another man who will share my life.  I just don't think its going to happen.  I am pretty set in my ways, and bristle when someone suggests I change.  Why should I?  Change comes from within and not from without.  Well, only if survival dictates that change, and then it must be paramount, a slap in the face kind of response, that forces you to change or die.

I miss those warm wonderful magical days of my childhood, when everything, even the bad things, were held at bay by the golden sunlight that washed each new day.  I miss the rock where I used to sit and watch the creek at the bottom of the hill.  Oh, the dreams I had then.  I thought they would all come true.

A few of them actually did.