Tuesday, 5:30 a.m.

is the hour my day started. I vaguely heard the Babe say, “I know it’s early, but do you want to sit on the deck with me?”

“Sure, I’d love to,” I said, not knowing what time it was. Oh wow. The dawn’s early light. I woke up faster than usual. The Babe talked a lot. Apparently it was time. Aging is not for sissies. Accepting limitations that come with age and diminished capacity physically or mentally are difficult. And that is putting it mildly.

For two and a half hours, the Babe and I talked about a lot of things. We talked about our grandparents, parents, life as a kid, and how life put us where we are now. It just went so darned fast! Kids, hold on to your hats. You’ll turn around and have some age showing. Your hearts are still young, and that’s where it gets confusing.

You think pre-teen or adolescence is confusing? Try your late 60s, after retirement. You don’t feel “old.” Yet your body is aging as it should. We were created for long lives. Some of us make it, some of us don’t. With modern medicine, people are living much longer than when the Babe and I were kids. I lost both grandfathers by the time I was twelve. The Grandmothers both lived a much longer time. One died when I was thirty-seven, the other when I was thirty-nine. My kids remember my great grandmothers.

Many women try all kinds of new things they haven’t experienced before. Men do too, but some are not as adventuresome. I’d love to travel, but my physical limitations rear their ugly heads often even during a day at home. Recuperation takes much longer. Maybe short trips, but the Babe is contented here. What’s interesting is, when we met, he never stayed home. Maybe he does now because he has someone to share it with. We’ve both learned a lot of trust in our years together. It’s a risk worth taking, believe me. And so it goes.

I had brunch with my Frankie today. We always have a good time talking about stuff. We hadn’t seen each other in awhile. It was a wonderful couple hours. He asked about going a couple other places in the future. That would be like old times. After he moved from home, we’d hang out once in awhile. Fun times.

And now, it’s more than twelve hours since the day began. We made a visit to the hospital for another CT Scan. The doctor’s PA revealed the brain beed has healed. It’s gone. Thank God! The Babe still must recover from a concussion, which takes 2 – 3 months or more. He needs to refrain from becoming over-tired, stressed, and if his injured leg swells, we are to call the doc asap. Good to have instructions to follow just in case. We are so grateful!

I hope you also had an awesome day today. I even was able to plant the rest of the flowers/plants. I hope they live! I bought a geranium plant that is the most pretty shade of pink, it’s hot pink and called “Rocky Mountain Magenta.” I selected it because my daughter Becky lives out there in Colorado. I miss her quite a bit.

Have a beautiful evening. See you tomorrow! Be Safe.