...until my vacation. Last year was such a blur, with having two major surgeries and recuperative time. I don't think I had an actual vacation. Believe me, regaining strength and stamina and health is not a vacation. I asked Dear Hubby if I'd had one -- his memory is much more reliable than mine -- and he thought it over for a moment and said no, I hadn't. The kids had had to use their vacation time last year to take care of the grandboys while I got well.
Lord willing, this year I'm having one, starting this coming weekend. 9 days of doing nothing much except resting, reading, working in my yard and putting it to bed for the season. And spending some hours with my best friend Lizzee. I can't even remember the last time we got together...a couple of years ago? And we only live about 30 miles or so from each other! How pathetic is that?!
I was talking to my neighbor Sharon the other day about friendship. She said, "And you have a lot of those." Like she was assuming I did. I said no, not really. I'm too busy. Acquaintances, yes...many of them. Friends I spend time with? No. Some days that bothers me. Some days it doesn't. I don't even find time to spend with myself, and I enjoy my company just fine, thank you.
I hope it sunshines today.