Dragged myself to my annual physical and the great weigh-in this week. I’d showered, scrubbed, trimmed, clipped and sprayed. Rawhide comes to mind. Scoured the closet for the thinnest of clothes. Wouldn’t you know outside temperatures dropped. Some might think I’m too old for a tank top but when every ounce counts, I’m shameless. No matter that winds from hurricane Joaquin might catch my naked upper arms and send me flapping off to parts unknown, I chose light and bright.
Celebrated Jud’s life on the evening of his birthday with Chad and the grandgirls at a Thai restaurant in Ipswich. Kristina was not feeling well. The girls, always eager to talk about their Popo. Kate thought a birthday party in heaven would be all decorated with clouds. Maggie thought they’d be pink for girls and blue clouds for boys. Kate believed heaven would have really fluffy chocolate cake and Popo would be so excited that God came to his birthday party but really disappointed that we weren’t there,too.
They do my heart good, in more than one way since I passed my physical the next day. The nurse offered to let me step on the scale backwards to ease the pain that sometimes accompanies hard facts. I decided to face it. Once in the examining room (ominous concept), I shed my lightweight garments and donned a very generous gown, grateful for some wraparound warmth, since I’d grown chilly in my attempt at light dressing. The nurse practitioner is so good; thorough. tough, honest and I appreciate it, most of the time. She asked if I ever use food as comfort? Hmmmm. I answered,”not really.”
Sometimes God nudges me through words from the Bible, other times from literature, like these words from Winnie the Pooh:
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet?”
“Pooh nodded thoughtfully,”It’s the same thing,” he said.”
Food for thought.
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I’m so glad you’re back at it. I have a big smile on my face, as I, too always dress lightly. However, no nurse has ever offered me a chance to turn around! I’m going to mention that next year. Thanks for sharing and making me smile. One of my “gratitudes “when I wake up is “coffee!”