READY, SET, GO

Since Easter week, it seems that I've been going, going, and going. Strange how we allow ourselves to become so involved with situations that we have a hard time stopping and taking a look at our life's path and, take time "to smell the roses".
I recall as a young child playing ready, set, go with friends. Seems I always had to do everything "full steam ahead"...couldn't do anything slow or halfway.
Aging teaches us great lessons. I now find myself unable to go, go, and go with all boilers running in high gear. I move at slower paces (arthur visits) and find I enjoy sitting around observing people and God's other wonderful creations. One of my favorite past-times is relaxing on my back patio with a good cold root beer in hand and listening to the birds sing.
Another past-time is going to our camp at Toledo Bend and relaxing on the front porch, again sipping on a good cold root beer and watching as the hummingbirds come up to me and buzz around in hope that I put out their feeder (I stopped putting out the feeder as the ants and "black bugs" created such a mess on the porch). Other birds come to eat at the feeder we put up in our front yard oak tree...cardinals, blue birds, mocking birds, blue jays, doves, and purple martins. Their little bodies cross the blue sky and water back and forth providing us with such beauty. Only God can provide that kind of entertainment! Since the hurricanes, the beautiful butterflies and mosquito hawks have also made a come-back into our yards.
Yes, aging settles you down to a more relaxed atmosphere; however, we still must continue on our journey's path and take care of the necessary things of life. Today, I put a pork roast in the oven for supper, have early morning hair cut appointment, need to press my clothes (didn't get to them yesterday as planned), check on my friend at the hospital, check on my mother, check with my daughter (we have book conference in Houston Saturday), and go get a few things from the grocery store....did I say aging has taught lessons in slowing down...guess the old grey mare may not be what she use to be...but she still goes strong. Hee-Hee.