I'm at loose ends; I spent most of my day in the Endoscopy Unit at the hospital, waiting for DB to have his colonoscopy. Everything went well; no sign of any polyps or cancer, but the doctor took a biopsy of a small area in the small intestine that showed a bit of inflamation. We won't hear about this until next week.
DB and I were talking the other day about the wind we have had this past year. It started last summer with far too many very windy days. Plants and gardens dried out in spite of plenty of rain, and I got tired of the coach being buffeted by strong gusts.
The winds continued throughout the fall; a couple times DB and I came home to sleep in the apartment, as the winds made it impossible to sleep in the coach. It didn't get much better in the winter, and then the cold added to the discomfort.
March came in like the proverbial lion, with high winds, and they pretty much kept up during that month. Now it's the end of April, and the "March" winds are in full force again. Even though this house is sided with a good layer of insulation underneath, the wind finds its way through tiny apertures and creates just enough drafts to make little shivers wash over my back.
The only good thing I can say about the wind today is that it is drying up the pools in the alley way. These pools have existed since the snow melted, and have created deep depressions that look, and feel, like bomb craters. The mud has permanently stained my winter shoes, and I hate to wear any others as they would be ruined, also.
One bright spot is the brightly shining daffodils that dot my yard. When Lyra came up this weekend to check on her father, she picked a bouquet that is now gracing my living room. Daffies are so uplifting; they persevere through snow and hail and high winds, blooming in spite of everything, just because they can.
Maybe that's a message for me. I need to persevere, even though what I want to do is huddle under one of my afgans on the couch and just read these noisy, windy days away. I'm sure not blooming today!
Technically, we should be moving into the motorcoach at the campground in two weeks. I'm afraid that move will be delayed until we have solved DB's intestinal problem. The coach's septic arrangement can't keep up with DB's current demands. I sure hope the biopsy can tell the doctor why this has lingered since January and we can get it cured.
We went up to the campground the other day and took the golf cart down to our site. My miniature daffodils are blooming in the gardens there, peeking through the winter's leaves. Other interesting green bits are also pushing their way through the leaf covers.
Even if we wanted to, we couldn't move the coach onto our site just now, however; the winter's storms have eroded the gravel roads to a point that would be dangerous to drive a big rig on. We got around OK in the golf cart, but the coach would have problems.
I'm tired of the chills that are dribbling up and down my back. I'm going to put on a pot of my luscious Costa Rican coffee and snuggle up on the couch with a "Cat Who..." book.
Life is good, with Costa Rican coffee and a book. Thanks be to God.
April 20, 2009, 4:30 p.m.
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