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.