Sitting on the deck, watching the Pres do his crossword puzzle, I continued to tell him how Sis did with her first chemo last week. She did well...very well...both the day she received the chemo and the day day after. However, as told by the nurse during orientation, once that 72 hour window opened, she might have it rough for several days. And she did.
Looking up after hearing the all too familiar cry, the young eagles soared above the tree line, looping back over the trees with just a tilt of their massive dark wings. The young ones, now nearing six months old, have learned to maneuver quite well. I've seen them fly from limb to limb in the thick woods as if there was nothing in front of them. Life needs to be lived like that.
Realizing how short life is, it's time for me to think about what I can do for others and help them accomplish. I must accept those things I cannot change.
A brisk breeze surrounds us as we sit and enjoy the afternoon together with Moon and Copper at our feet. The stale aroma of skunk still lingers and seems to follow Copper although it's been over a week since he just had to get a little closer to that black and white waddling creature!
The Pres has been working for a friend of his five days a week. He seems to be enjoying it however, since he's not used to working, he comes home pooped and with a few sore joints.
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