I keep looking to the mountains to see if the leaves have started to turn. Our dogwoods around town are kind of drab red this year...nothing like the garish color they were last year when there was drought. Guess even having plenty of rain in the summer may not give bright colors. Nah, I'll be patient. They're coming. Maybe next week.
In the meantime, I'll post a picture. Can't have these musings without some illustration. After identifying myself as Crone, the wise one who can give directions to keep you on your true path, I'd best do something to exhibit my talents. Often using GPS or someone else's map, takes you to the point of your destination, but you miss that the path along the way is the most important experience of right now. There's my wisdom for today.
|Pisgah Covered Bridge|
|Dynamite coffee cups at Tail Gate market|
OK, as a Crone, I have some limitations. One is breathing (a.k.a. COPD or Chronic Pulmonary Obstructive Disease, or emphysema or bronchitis) that keeps me from being able to haul those boxes, tables and tents without getting out of breath. I use my inhaler, but still am frustrated that any physical exertion knocks me on my keester. So I'm trying to go for walks every day or so...to hopefully keep some level of endurance. The COPD nomenclature is cumbersome, not only in folks understanding it, but just to try to explain it. Basically, my lungs don't function at 100% any more. But if that were the only thing that's gotten old, I wouldn't have much to work on. I am like most folks in their elder years, lots of the parts have become worn out!