Life gets even better

A cousin in Tacoma, WA, is faithful about sending a cheery get well card every week. Dear Georgina, you are a trooper and a sweetheart. Thank you for your faithfulness. This is the latest. For several weeks I was sick and tired and sick and tired of being sick and tired. But fortunately no more. I suppose if I have to undergo more treatment I will have to modify that statement. For now life is darned good.

This afternoon I met my book group buddies for the first time since July. It was so good to see them again and feel that I'm returning to normal activities. We had planned a Chinese dinner for our meeting this evening but the San Francisco Giants appearance in the World Series brought that to a screeching halt. A smoothie and cookie at Toot Sweets was just as good. Lunch with friends at the Lab tomorrow—in Livermore, where I haven't been since July—signals a real return to the kind of life I expected to be living when I retired.  

For the gardening cleanup I can't do, I ended up hiring someone. It felt rather like an admission of failure, but I'm trying to fight that feeling. On Saturday, I removed most of a bed of plants in anticipation of the big waterwise, front yard re-landscaping project and was thoroughly pooped on Sunday. I'd have done that six months ago without missing a beat and gone on to do another 4 or 5 hours of work. Now however, I've got a ways to go and I'm trying to accept it gracefully. Hah!!

The Giants were 3-0 last time I checked. Go Giants! Beat those Royals!

Love to all,

Katie