Under the Sycamores

Lately just walking around the block is getting a little harder. Between the vertigo and the shear exhaustion of getting around, I’ve pretty much confined myself to walking around the yard. (Grass is much softer than asphalt.) Yesterday after I got out of the shower, Mr. Brown had just finished mowing the yard. So I decided to pull out a lawn chair and just sit under the sycamore trees. 

I figured since I can’t seem to walk that much, I’d at least get my ass outside and get some fresh air. While I’m very allergic to grass, I still love that fresh cut smell. The canopy of the trees, along with the gentle breeze made being there very nice. We live very close to a major highway, but the two buildings in front of the house offer a nice sound buffer. Some songbirds have nested in the sycamores, so even with the ramble of semi’s rolling by, you still get a feeling of isolation.
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I say all this to talk about adversity. Many of us use our disadvantages to make excuses for not living. I’ve spoken before about how my son and wife, don’t use their “disabilities” as excuses. Each in their own way has found alternate routes to overcome their disadvantages. So for me to throw my physical problems in the way of living my life, seems a little wimpy. All I’m saying is, do the best you can. Don’t give up and do what it takes to live your best life.