Today I was headed into my office when the telephone rang. Since I don't keep a phone in my office anymore I did a quick turn, tripped on the hall coat rack and went straight down on the floor. Luckily my hardwood floor is a lot softer then cement and my left hand and knees took the brunt of it--two nails broken, knees were under heavy jeans so not so tragic. However, it scares me how easily I can go down. I have to step so carefully. Ok, falling is one of my fears.
In the paper today I read about another flue fire. Another of my fears. I cannot get my fire as hot as I should to burn up the creosote.
I was just reading last night that in the last days fear would grip the world, well, fears, I have them.
However, Pres Hinckley said 'Fear Not, Only Believe'. Michael says I need to think 'more positively'--so what's new, I have always had a problem with that. Problem is, since 1980 I have had more challenges than I deserved I think, so it is hard to think positively about the next 10 or 20 years, I mean, how can things can better at my age? A miracle? Michael asked me if I believed in miracles, I do, but not for me.
Two nights ago I watched the documentary about Gifford. She and her husband and her mother certainly think positively and they have received and continue to receive a miracle I think. Yes, I believe in miracles, but not for me.
Today I am listening to 'Diane Krall Radio'--so lovely, so soothing. Music is my miracle, and the time to listen to it and appreciate it, in it's many forms. Yes, music is my miracle. What if I couldn't hear, that would really be tragic.
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