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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.

3 comments:

SJ said...

Were they good dreams?

Anonymous said...

The first dream I had was to become a jockey. After I reached 5'2 by the age of 12, I pretty much gave that one up, and my mother's input didn't help either. Yes, SJ, they were all good dreams.

Spadoman said...

Just stopped by to see what's going on in your neck o' the woods. Sounds like you're feelin' a bit funky. Keep dreaming, the fantasy is sometimes better than the reality.
I'm sending the best positive energy I can your way.

Peace.