Communication—I Live
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008I like to talk. Just recently found out the possibility that I might like to write also. Isn’t it amazing that your thoughts can be shared with others. Sometimes things I see or hear make me sad. Sometimes they make me happy. I don’t like to make others sad.
Sometimes in the morning. I get up; waddle to the front door (yes, I said waddle–in the morning that’s how I walk); I waddle to the front door; open it; and look outside. The sun shines; the birds sing; the breeze blows gently. Yea! It’s great, I’m alive.
I shut the door; sit on the couch; I sneeze; my eyes water; my throat tickles. Thank God for benedryl!
Yup..allergies; but I’m alive!
