The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Texas Hill Country ... Sunday drive back from Fredericksburg. BTW ... the shops close at 4 on Sunday (most of them).  We drove over for lunch at my kids favorite German restaurant, mostly for the drive.  I forget to downshift climbing the hills and probably annoy people behind me.  I like that it's 75 thru there.  The jeep loses speed in climb mode but, I haven't figured out how far back to gear down (yet).

Yesterday I met one of my new doctors.  Felt confident that he's a good choice for the upcoming colonoscopy.  First the trip to Denver, then the procedure.  
Someone was saying how cool is it to move to a place where you know no-one and can sorta start over, like an adventure.  Finding the right doctors is probably the most difficult part of that for me.  I do tend to stress a bit about the house situation, but I know I don't really need to.  It's not like we are living in a tent or something.  A good thing about not finding a home quickly is that it has broadened the scope of what we are willing to consider.  I would still love to build a home that is well suited to how we want to use it.  Like ... we don't need many bedrooms, a kitchen that accommodates more than one cook at a time would be great.  Yesterday I was watching a series called "tiny house" or something like that on Netflix.  I'd like a tiny guest house for visitors.  I think that would be a fun experience for guests.  lol ... I'm thinking of my kids' responses to that statement and I just want to add, it's not like you couldn't come inside the big house ... .

Gross?  Cancer is gross.

I think it's pretty neat to be alive during a time when preventative measures are available.  I took those glossy looking pics while I waited in the room for the doctor.  I usually snag my chart from the pocket on the door (which irritates the staff but the dr.s always seem to think it's funny) and read it while I wait.  One doc actually left a post-it note in there which said "hi DeAnn, be right with you".   

I do have something on my mind that I'd like to write about but I'm still thinking about it.  Basically just want to get that first pic saved. V snapped it for me.  She is starting to accidentally say it's really gorgeous over here (in a Southwestern sort of way).  I think she likes it. Pretty soon I'll be teaching her how to drive a stick. 


GretchenJoanna said...

I can see living in a smaller house - except that when my kids and their families come to visit, we use all of this house and then some. Don't you think your children might have children and then you would be in the same situation? Maybe... build that tiny house for you and a big house for the next generations' bunkhouse!

DeAnn said...

I think you're on to something there Gretchen!