I complain about it all the time: my routine is the same every day. Wake up at six thirty; watch the news, medicine, “Good Morning America,” my aide, Maria, arrives at eight, shower… To most people, having your life run like clockwork would be maddening
In some ways having my life run on a schedule is comforting. It’s a sense of security. Predictability.
Looking back it could be for other reasons, but it seems like when the routine is broken, trouble follows. I could be in the hospital, etc.
On second thought, boring is okay.
Don’t they make a cute couple?
With the hurricane and rain coming in buckets in the South, this is sure a pathetic use of the word “water,” but I have always loved this photo. It was in a swimming pool in Lahaina, Maui.
That’s my dad behind me, but I probably didn’t have to tell you that.
How do you get in the water, you ask. For the pool at home, I have a nifty piece of equipment. Don’t ask me to explain the physics, but it uses water pressure to lower a chair into the pool. All you do is simply attach a hose to the mechanical chair, and the seat turns and lowers. All I can say, there are people in the world much smarter than I!