Just thoughts

My Aunt Martha, who is close to 70, is fighting for her life right now. I drove to the IHC hospital in Murray to see her Monday. She was too sick for visitors. I stayed with Uncle Bob until he left at 10:30. But God had other plans and He almost took her home later that night, bu the doctors interupted her departure. Now she is fighting to stay here.
I like my Aunt Martha. She's fiesty, sassy and seems to have good intentions.
I remember driving home and looking at the moon. It was a sliver of a thing with a star hanging just above it. I wondered then how many people in their cars were taking the time to look at it.
Thursday my baby girl turns 23. I like her. She's fiesty, sassy and seems to have good intentions. I'm praying she will find a job soon. She is an amazing person.
I spent all day Tuesday in a courtroom listening to testimony in a civil lawsuit that is almost 10 years old. I remember watching the house on Heather Drive fall into itself as a landslide wiped out other homes on the block, one by one, day by day. It made me grateful my husband refused to build our house on a slope and insisted (yes, I wanted a slope) on flat, boring ground.
I have convinced Rod's mom, who is 82, she is healthy enough to go on a road trip with Rod and me. Our niece, her granddaughter, is getting married in July in Idaho. It's like an 11 hour drive, but we're coming up with options which should be fun.
Now back to writing the complex story about Heather Drive, lawsuits and whatever.
I'm getting used to the empty nest. I just wish I wasn't so tired all of the time.
Maybe going boating this weekend (hope, hope, hope) will help. I love going boating. OK, I'm not in the boat, but on the beach with the grandkids playing in the water and the mud, feeding them and hugging them. I like that. I love that feeling of just relaxing.