Enjoying The Simple Life

I'm up early this morning and posting before I go to work.

Yesterday I spent the day at a local hospital with a sweet friend.

Nice hospital, as hospitals go,

(and I've become something of a connoisseur . . .)

My friend had a fall during the night and cracked her forehead open on some hard surface

necessitating 19 stitches.

She is terribly bruised and sprained and can barely move in her hospital bed.

Jeanette is over 40, (twice), but spry and healthy,

and I long to see her up and about again soon.

She has survived

 two heart attacks, 

two knee surgeries

 and numerous other surgeries

 that we accumulate in a long active lifespan.

She still gets around admirably with the assistance of a walker,

and does pretty much as she pleases!

She was a violinist extraordinaire

and

an elementary school teacher.

She is beautiful, with a beauty that does not fade.

Jeanette is made of kindness.

That's about the best way I can describe her.

Her sense of humor is amazing

and

her outlook on life is awesome

and

I love her like a grandmother.

We spent the day with nurses and technicians

poking and prodding and sticking and testing and xraying,

and her attitude,

(despite her pain and discomfort),

was

purely sweet.

Watching Jeanette made me think about

 the way life is made up

 of simple little things 

 we take for granted..

How many ordinary things I can do,

that I never think about.

 I can move about without pain,

feed myself,

adjust the lighting, open the window,

go where I wish

sleep in my own comfy bed.

That

these are sweet blessings

that

I take for granted.

Just thinking . . .