Year End

Year number 4 here in Windermere, with the exception of Grant’s falling and breaking his pelvis, was a good one for us. Of course I didn’t get anywhere near all of the things done that I’d hoped to do. I have, however, started lowering my expectations. Baby steps, baby steps as we revert to our second childhoods.

I worked on my patience. Or rather, life has forced me to work on my patience, with Grant who feels bad needing my help, but even more with myself. Having to wait on him after his fall, literally hand and foot, since at first I had to get on the floor to put on his compression socks, wore me out. I just do not have the energy I had even a few years ago.

So patience with myself and my aging body. There perhaps is some irony that exercising to keep myself strong makes me tired. Patience with my mind, because I know everything is still in it. It just takes longer to grab what I need. Patience with my watercolors. The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know. Patience with “getting things done”. There will always be something more to do. Patience with others, since sometimes the words I use to explain what I need may not be what they are hearing.

God give me patience, and hurry up with it.

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