Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The End

I've been in Florida now a year, almost to the day.  It is, I think, a good time to end this blog, but not for that reason.  I've had a hard time to sit down and write like I want to, for various reasons, but not because I don't want to.  I started taking a painting class several weeks ago and I am still taking it and loving it.  I'm learning watercolor and I love the medium, and still have so much to learn, but that is taking up a lot of my time.  Taking care of my parents and having my daughter's family living here also takes up time - but good time.  I love my family, even as dysfunctional as we are.  And of course Howie has me following him to and fro, to try and catch him before he does his "duty" in the house.  That's always a fun game to play.  Some people have suggested I convert this blog into a book, and I just may do that in the future. 

But I have a new idea for a blog that I won't be able to start for another year, at least.  I've decided that when I get on Medicare, I plan on having bariatric surgery (for which I'm not able to afford, nor does my present insurance cover).  I thought I would detail the experience before, during and after the surgery, for my own benefit and anyone else who wants to read it.  That's what my plan is now, but I have to wait for another year or so until I'm eligible. 

Thanks to all of you who have commented on these blogs - they were all very uplifting to me and so appreciated.  It would help me if you are no longer interested in getting my future blogs to please let me know, and I will take you off of my email list.  Thank you.

I leave you with part of a poem by James Russell Lowell, that I was just recently introduced to and I will share it here.  I really like it, and I would be interested in your opinion/explanation of the quote, which is here:

Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record
One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word;
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne,--
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.


Peace,
Sharon