These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
"Every day for 30 days, celebrate what you're grateful for, corresponding to the theme of the day."
Day #12 -- Texture
This is my Goody hairbrush. I love how it makes my hair look. I love how the bristles feel against my scalp. I love how easy it is to find in my handbag. That's why I have four of them (purse, bathroom, bedroom and coffee table).
I am grateful that if I need a fifth, it's still as nearby as my local Walgreen's.
I realize he'll never be young again. I look rambunctious young Connie and vital Reynaldo and understand that Joey is nearing the end of his life journey. But I'm no longer afraid that this infection will be what kills him.