Well I’m back outside again. A place that over the last few decades has become a weird place to be. As a kid we stayed outside, we played out there from daylight till dark. The alternative was staying inside and doing chores or watching “Days of Our Lives” with Mom. Luckily enough we had woods to explore and bikes to take us there. We don’t have cellphones or trackers; we could ride our bikes to other town, just as long as we were home by supper.
I got laundry hung on the line, the clean scent of washed clothes blowing towards me. I hear the sounds of the world around me, a tractor-trailer locking its brakes to make a delivery. Cars passing on the highway and the sound of an annoying leaf blower down the street. The sky is a cloudless blue while the remaining leaves rustle in the trees.
Here I am, bearing the scars of three days of poking and prodding. With the sun behind my back, I’m still trying to get my bearings. Today has been nice, so I can’t really complain too much. But I can’t help but feel a little disappointed with yourself. Going an entire year without ending up in a hospital, only to land right back there…again. Life is a continuing journey. Full of ups and downs you can never predict. The best you or I can do is live moment to moment doing our best to be kind.