Blog 3313, 30 April 2024, Tuesday
Dear friend,
The first doctor had said this is serious, look into it. The second told me to relax, for it really wasn’t serious. The first words frightened me, like receiving word that you probably have cancer. The second said, “No. It’s only a rash.” Relief comes like a splash of carbonated water, a little fizzy. But between the first sentence and the second was a day that you could have fit a whole lot of emotions into that canyon of time between the first word and the last. Yet it’s safe now to let those spoken words be forgotten, except the eye doctor recommends I have an MRI on my head (I want to see what’s inside) and an EKG (my heart) to check the bodily extremities. What the doctor desires is not always what the insurance cares to provide. I wait patiently to hear from the non-doctor, curiously named Humana.
Tomorrow is the day we were scheduled to leave. We were supposed to drive up to Everett, pick up the motorhome, drive to Cathy’s and unload her house and our car into the RV, and be gone until the first of May. Instead, we will be leaving next Monday, five days later, and will be returning in just over three weeks. We’ll have to drive a little further each day but it’ll be a lot easier for us who are riding than those (think she) who will be pedaling. Jean will do some bike riding with her, no one knows how much. It will be an adventure, unfortunately I’m at that part of the journey that dreads what’s ahead more than eagerly anticipating it. It’s always that way, and I think it’s always turned out to be better than I could imagine. It’s the same belief I have in my faith-life, but the latter has much higher rewards.
This blog has three paragraphs: the first was yesterday, the second will be tomorrow, and this third and final paragraph covers today. But today is a blank, left that way for the sake of getting ready to go. It’s the 121st day of the year, 245 remain, four months and a third of the way through the year. Best, it’s free and we’ll make it an active day as we try to anticipate what lies ahead. I peeked ahead in time and saw if we’d have left tomorrow, the chance of rain was almost zero with a temperature in the mid-fifties. By leaving on the following Monday, five days later, we have a chance at fifty-fifty weather: 50 degrees with a 50% chance of rain. I wish I didn’t know that, a thought I have quite often. Blessings, with love,
Jeannmarv Written and Posted: 6:30 a.m., Tuesday