It's fall, you'd never know it in Florida for here the days are filled with sunshine, 90's and an occasional tropical thunderstorm. I'm listening to one right now as I sit by my computer . It's dark outside, preternaturally dark the sky is covered with deep dark angry clouds which pour their contents on us mercilessly. Just hoping we don't lose power -- again! Seems like every good thunderstorm inspires a hit on a transformer near here which is the source of our power. Funny, reminds me a few years back of an unruly hurricane named Charley which hit Orlando with a vengeance and tapped danced down my street turning over trees and ripping the tops off of houses. It was an ugly mess. Things I miss about that was that we got to know each other as neighbors. We are strikingly strangers again now, just waiting for the next natural disaster to bring us together.
I'm healing slowing from the surgery, it takes more time the older you get. I keep looking for the morning when I feel well, normal, and yet it still hasn't happened. I know it's coming and the truth is--I'll never do this again. It's not worth it. No matter what the good doctor who wants to get paid says, I'll refrain. I'd rather suffer it out that deal with the recuperation again.
So here I am, nothing new, nothing really going on, just a hello and a a couple minute insight into a day that is just well, humdrum, for lack of a better term. As I get older, these days become precious. I know my own mortality and yet I'm going to enjoy life.