Last Thursday night, all six of us enjoyed dinner on Barry’s new patio. His landscape design and extensive backyard construction should be a swim-ready show stopper within a couple of weeks.
Yesterday, having had our hair professionally shampoo’d and blown dry, Andi and I joined Will and Michael at the pool until the emergence of my daily quest for mental solitude saw me take my walker in hand and make my way back to our condo—where having cast drapes, windows and balcony doors wide open—I, lying on my bed (a study pillow raising my head to a comfortable writing position) enjoyed the fresh air of an ocean breeze washing over this desert dweller so thoroughly that with each breath taken, my heartfelt sense of contentment was ever more deeply absorbed.
If our eyes are windows into our souls then when yours connect with mine, I believe you’ll clearly agree that a naturally tranquil infusion of serenity is utterly innocent of duplicity. (On the other hand, the fact that my eyes are ringed with dark circles clearly indicates that all is not well with whatever may or may not be happening inside my body.)
As you can see, the problem with Serenity is that it tends to be fleeting. Knowing that to be true, I train my brain’s thought processor to remain positively focused in hopes of enticing serenity to stick so close to me that my present sense of reality goes no further than looking forward to whatever pleasant plan we’ll enjoy—tonight.
On Friday, we six enjoyed dinner with our niece, Beth and Steve, on the patio of a neighborhood restaurant.
On Saturday, we four enjoyed the ambiance of the pool, followed by resting before meeting Marie and Barry for dinner on yet another restaurant’s patio.
As you can see, I am doing exactly as planned: enjoying every moment with an ever deepening appreciation of life, most especially during these wonderful weeks of feeling so thoroughly infused with the love of beloved family and treasured friends ❤️Annie
PS— if I close my eyes, I can almost feel my healthy hair growing longer, every day. Most likely, I was six years old the last time I had bangs.😊🙋🏻♀️
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