Keep Trying

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul."
John Muir

Today was journey for beauty. I had my trusty cellphone (well iPhone) and first of all headed out with Shelby in search of a bright, probably yellow, local flower. But it's been so hot that most of the flower beds are dry and wilted. Not much different than how we felt after a 20 minute outdoor quest. Then we headed directly for the electronic sliding door and the air conditioned corridor leading back to my bed. Oh, the physical therapist had a different plan. The nap will wait. Since I'd been lolly gagging I failed to reach my pillow and fall asleep fast enough.

One lap around the quad and a quick visit to the pt room. "Let's practice climbing steps!". No, let's practice climbing one step. At home I have one step. So, I only truly need to know about 'one' step. Then she believed that getting near the parallel bars while facing the mirror would be a grand idea. I get the parallel bar yet the mirror is just cruel. Okay, turn your back on yourself if you must. I must, make-up, hair brush, blush, colorful tank top, and lip gloss are never suggested before leaving the hospital bed.

After the physical therapy has completed itself I did head for that nap. There I rest without a beautiful flower or a fancy face. Aha, I actually had planned ahead. Maybe not fully, as I was caught wandering way out near the North Tower. When told that area was off limits by a nurse returning from lunch, I said, "I know." I'm not certain if being told what to do bothered me the more or getting caught. I'm pretty sure it was getting caught.

In any event, I still wanted to find a beautiful flower. Paige had texted me from CVS, "Anything else, mom." My cheating brain is just a tiny bit smaller than my cheating crossword pen. Paige says, sure mom, I'll get it. Now my visual art project is most likely to become at one with my mind.

Back to bed. Rest my soul and the soles of my new shoes. Pull up the lightweight blanket and watch the rip roaring end of the PGA Golf Tournament from Crooked Stick. Think about it, when walking is a task, then golf is rip roaring. With the golf rolling it's final credits I got to speak with son-in-law Roger and my HBO employed awesome grandson Matt. Matt was working in Oakland last night on some boxing big event at the Oracle Arena. Ward v. Dawson, the best fight ever, according to a loyal HBO employee who travels the country for the love of his company. I know nothing about the WWE, but bragging about my eldest grandson Matthew is easy.

Now, back to the perfect plant picture for this article. Alas, a miracle. I owe my thanks to Mr. Muir for the quote. To Paige, CVS and to page 77 of this months Sunset magazine. And once again to to Paige and Shelby for my Sunday adventure.