Sound of the Wind

With a warm breeze blowing out of the southeast, I can almost hear the ocean calling me. It looks like a rainbow colored parade dancing in front of me on the clothesline. As I sit under the new foliage forming on the fig bush and the sycamore trees. It’s exceptionally quiet for an early Thursday afternoon. Not much disturbing the sound of the wind but the occasional passing log truck or car.

I’m feeling much better today than I did yesterday. At my visit with my cardiac surgeon, she pulled me off two medications she felt were dragging my energy levels and blood pressure way down. Also she placed a 24-hour heart monitor on my chest as part of a heart study which I’m a part. Sitting here I just pulled it off my chest as I was told, and will be sending it back to her office shortly.
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It’s a bit of a struggle to survive in these times. Social Security and private business may have given some of us raises. But it don’t feel like much of a raise when you go to the grocery store or pay the electric bill. Everybody’s so busy and anger at each other. Never having enough time for themselves, they take it out on everyone else. But fortunately I seem to have been rewarded with a little time off today. Oh, there’s still chores to do and the care of loved ones for which I’m responsible. But in it’s quite southerly way, the wind is teaching me the patience that I need to be taught.