The Days go by

It is almost the close of Feburary and each day passes as the life cycle of a turtle, the pace is almost stagering. I may well be ready for the guys in the white jackets by mid March if it were not for Mondays and the time I spend with the guys on the golf course. Then of course there is the ever exciting times I have at the Winn Dixie strolling up and down each row gazing at all the goodies I cannot have, blood sugar, gotta watch the blood sugar and not to mention the most excellent moments at the Driving range, and I am not in the car, but rather a range on which I may hit many, many golf balls to improve my aim and abilities at striking that little ball correctly. Awe, yes it is so much fun to challenge these old bones, and to attempt to teach this old dog some new tricks. Life must be experinced face first, looking forward, pressing on toward the mark. This last weekend we drive up to Sarasota to visit with friends we have known for some 25 years, attending church with them I was reminded of a verse of scripture in Isaiah,
Isa 43:18-1918 "Forget the former things;do not dwell on the past. 19 See, I am doing a new thing! It reminded me to face life head on, it is difficult to advance when you are facing the rear. And so I do look forward to the next week here in sun drenged Florida. Of course it is another packed schedule, Thurs night Chars friends, three of them I think are arriving for dinner and dominos, with Friday afternoon another set of friends arriving for an afternoon of not just dominos but stacking dominos and then Saturday with our new friends and Char to dinner out on the Isle of Capri, and back to their place for, you guessed it, D________. It seems as if everyone has to get together at the same week. Oh the joy of it all! And yet the days still seem to pass slower then that snail I just saw. What is going on? why and I complaining? No I am not complaining, I am not in a hurry for my days to zoom by, yet I know at the conclusion of this "party" I will once again be able to enjoy the presence of my dear sweetpea II, III, and IV