A Foggy Morning

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Coming into Ketchikan, Alaska.

The morning fogs seemed gentle today.  I jackhammered myself up and off to the pool after losing my morning game of solitaire.  By the time I reached pool on its rise above the sea, the world was a warmer place. 

I just gave up on being so careful with my diet today.  I ate my yogurt, ate a half sandwich for lunch, and ate glazed nuts mid-afternoon.  Wantonly throwing my hands up in the air, I just abandoned myself to life and felt remarkably better all around.  Of course I might lapse back into misery at any time, but this moment is a happy one. 

I chatted with Bobbie this morning.  Yesterday she was pulling her hair out.  She’s feeling weighted down with mother stuff, with Mikey stuff.  They did die within two weeks of each other compounding her life with anger and resentments.  Slowly things get taken care of….too slowly for her.  I’m an ear….maybe three or four down, but still an ear. 

An old friend wrote on Don’s obit yesterday, and I dreamed about it all night long.  She talked about how wonderful Don was when his friend Gene, her husband, died.  What could I say, I wondered.  Eventually during my morning pool time, it struck me that I could post a link to that Don Photo album on facebook.  And so I did making myself feel better in balance.