Saturday, May 10, 2025 – Day 270

Saturday, May 10, 2025

Good morning readers, welcome to the weekend.

I want to say thank you for the responses and comments I’ve received on various blog posts. Your messages are inspiring, compassionate, and emotional. They’ve stopped me in my tracks, made me reflect, and even let a tear or two fall. I love that you’re walking this road with me. And your confessions—that you enjoy my writings, my musings, my groggy brain dumps—humble me more than I can say. Thank you! 🙏

There’s something about the darkness of early morning, the quiet shift into the start of a new day and the light peeking through as I sit here alone in my mind. In those moments, it’s just nature—talking, singing, whispering to me. It’s an orchestra out there, every morning, reminding me: It’s a great day. Time to get started. Be a participant.

Today I say goodbye to Anna—my friend, my neighbor, my bookie. Anna and I would discuss all kinds of topics on her lido deck, mostly politics. She loved to be a contrarian… or maybe that was me. It didn’t matter who won or lost the bet—it always ended in laughter. Then it became “game on,” and we’d have to make another wager. We always had multiple bets going, and she always managed the money.

Every other week, she’d attempt to reconcile the cash with the betting slips, and it rarely balanced—usually because we never wrote the bet down. “Oh, we’ll remember it,” we’d say in the evening. Then the next morning, we’d try to rehash it, and neither one of us could recreate the bet. We never learned from this and repeated that “senior moment” often. I really miss that part of our bantering. Later, Anna. Love you. 💔

The public works department finished constructing the sidewalk yesterday. It took just one week—from Julie marking the utilities on Monday to pouring the cement on Friday. Now it’s just a couple of days for the cement to cure, and then they’ll pull the stakes—probably on Monday and off I will go with Bear and Cindy, returning to our morning walks.

I rolled out in my wheelchair to watch the guys working. It was a beautiful day, and I wanted the workers to see me. A picture is worth a thousand words—and seeing me in the wheelchair had to bring the purpose of this sidewalk to life. I talked with a couple of the city employees overseeing the job and thanked them. We chatted a bit, and one of them commented on the speed of traffic. They estimated the cars were flying by at 45 mph. I agreed and joked that they could pay for this sidewalk if they set up a speed trap every other week. They smiled and nodded.

Update on the Prey book series:
Book #4, Silent Prey, arrived on Thursday just as I was finishing Eyes of Prey. The ending caught me completely off guard—I didn’t see that subplot coming until the last couple of pages. So I dove right into the next one. The author is growing on me, though I still get confused at times by the dialogue. Sometimes I’m spacing out, sure—but other times I genuinely get lost in a conversation that spans a couple of pages, and even rereading doesn’t help. At that point, I just pass over it and hope it wasn’t crucial.

To my benefactor of books…I will probably finish Silent Prey over the weekend. Just wanted to let you know.

Have a great Saturday.

Love you guys! ❤️