Sometimes it is hard to achieve. I look outside at my
roses and minuscule garden and it certainly helps me stop
worrying. I swear that I am going to start meditating soon.
It is supposed to be helpful.

Ted is my chief worry. He is so sick and so weak in spite
of all the different doctors he is going to. He went today
and it isn't likely to bring any improvement.

We have a humoungous leak. It started outside and is now
coming in to the master bath. I am hoping it can be
approached from outside. The plumber is coming between one
and three. The thought of tearing up tile is sickening.
We should know something today.

I called Linda and told her about the trip from Tulsa to
Washington D.C. for World War II veterans to view their
memorial. Her father is eligible. She said he is too
deep into Alzhiemers to make the trip. That is saddening
to me.

It seems that this post is very depressing. I am sorry
because my glass is really half full.