A little Philosophising . . .

Life, fragile as a butterfly, a tenuous thread to reality, precious

beyond all else . . .

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God willing, by tomorrow I can count another year of it, how

much longer we have, not one of us can know or determine.

This last year I have spent a little too much time knocking on

those pearly gates, yet each time been knocked back and sent

away. Sometimes I was not too happy with that as passing over

would have been so very easy.

Then, being back and seeing the gyrations of my newly grown

up grandchildren, developing an even closer and more loving,

if that is possible, relationship withmy daughter and seeing the

garden thrive again, has given me new strength to cope with the

Prof's fading memory.

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Every equation seems to have pluses and minuses and we cope as

best we can.

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The blogging community has been a wonderful spur to at least a

little creativity in moments of respite. I know I have not been able

to visit as much I would have liked and yet so many have left me

kind comments when I was unable to respond. There were many

times when those caring words kept me going against all odds.

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To my dear, dear sister/daughter friend Ces a special thank you

for the most wonderful present that arrived to succour my soul

with the wonder of her great gift of drawing. On That another

post will follow I hope soon.

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At the moment it is daily injections at the hospital as my body

seems to be refusing to submit itself to the major blood thinner

on the market which I have been subjected to for many years.

I resent the time this robs me of but at least it stops clots forming

on my artificial heart valves.

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Sometimes we just need to accept what is.

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So thank you for making my life so much richer and full of

fun and I send big hugs to all of you who drop in regularly

with scones and cup cakes to take tea with me and thank

you for your friendship.

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