Middle Aged Baby

It's been some forty eight years since I've left babyhood but on Monday I plan on visiting that hood again. There are not too many excuses in life for acting like a baby but getting a God given body part cut out on purpose is excuse enough in my book. The surgery itself will probably take about an hour and they tell me I will be able to go home before the day is over. However, the recuperation period will take at least a few days. A handful of days where no one's needs but my own will be the only things that matter. Thank the Lord that there are no longer little ones around to worry about and chase after and a husband who is remarkably proficient in all things domestic, this will be my time to indulge in sleep and all manner of sloth. The sheets are fresh,the bathroom is sparkling clean, a fresh pot of home made chicken soup is cooling in the fridge next to a fresh container of cottage cheese and a dozen eggs awaiting to be whipped up for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the first couple of days . The only reason I will need to stir from my slumber is to perform the obligatory post op exercises aimed at making sure my blood keeps flowing and my lungs don't fill up. A small price to pay for staying alive while my body adjusts to life without a gall bladder. I have already informed the husband and offspring that mom will be off duty for a while but the routine needs to remain unbroken. Hint, hint...........keep up with the housework or there will be hell to pay! Oh yes, I also plan to read at least a dozen books and watch a dozen movies that have been crowding my wish list. Maybe I should make arrangements for the doctor to take an extra part or two. The gall bladder doesn't justify the amount of R&R I plan on getting in.
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There's no better time than the present

Today is the day I take the plunge.
Over 30 years of promising myself to start writing one day has come to an end.
One day is today and I guess I can officially say I'm writing.
This is not meant to be the beginning of a work of art but it is the start that I've been putting off too long.
Writing for the sake of writing, without an agenda, just to stretch the finger and cerebral muscles, is what this exercise is all about. Who knows, one day it may lead me in a direction I've not considered before. But until then, dear blog reader, this is all I promise you. The rantings of a middle aged woman, tired of putting off the things she has always meant to do.
You may want to tune in to a different blog. This may not be pretty.
Sionara,
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