To Accept That Which Cannot Be Changed, Even The Gifts

Today was a picking-flowers-walk day. I did a bit of strolling rather than pushing myself. Some days, I think that is all that needs to be done. To walk more for the soul than for the body while still moving the body in a way which will benefit it more than doing nothing at all. I put the flowers in the red pitcher that my Lynn gave me, so many years ago.
She gave the best gifts.

Tomorrow Mr. Moon and I are leaving to go to Apalachicola to celebrate our anniversary. I am looking forward to that. Perhaps, since we have an extra day, we will go to St. George and swim in the water there. I crave the water, the beach, the horizon stretched out forever or as far as the eye can see. It will be good to be in Apalach, too, at the old Gibson where we can be just with each other, leave everything behind but ourselves for a few days. To eat delicious seafood and shop in the most desultory way, to nap and lay about, to perhaps play some cards on the porch of the old hotel, to just...be.
To be loving.

We have heard from the geneticist. Mr. Moon has neither of the syndromes/diseases that he was tested for. It would appear he is completely fine.
His feet and legs, of course, proving this not to be true.
One of the markers for Lyme Disease was a bit high so I suppose we will pursue that as a last resort. Why not? Tick bites are a regular occurrence around here and have always been.

We laugh. Last night he was complaining of his back hurting and said that it was probably from his work-out and I was complaining about my hip hurting saying it was probably from my walk and we realized how funny that was- the things we do to prevent old age from completely taking over cause us such pain.
Well. You have to find it funny or you'll just go sign up for the old folks home now and find a comfortable chair and sit in it until you die, I suppose, watching Wheel of Fortune.
Not an option. Not yet, anyway.

We go on and if we go on more slowly, at least we have a better view and more appreciation of the paths we take.

And pick flowers along the way.

Love...Ms. Moon