Brain bloat is the result of too much stuff in the head.
That's why it takes 50 or 60 years of input
before the forgetful symptoms begin manifesting.
After all those years of cramming stuff into your head,
it finally begins overflowing like a water glass
unable to hold another drop
without shedding something already there.
I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.
Author Unknown
As summer is ending very soon, I thought I’d best do a post here in this journal. I’ve experienced some very different joys, triumphs, sorrows and yes, even defeats this year.
I was just about as joyful as they come when camping season began. The cold and bleakness of winter had just about done me in.
I celebrated many triumphs as I loaded and packed up things for the camper. It wasn’t always easy to hull all that stuff to the car and then unload it once I got there, but I did it!!!
It was sorrowful only in the fact that my camping partner wasn’t there to enjoy it all with me. My DDH loved camping even more than I did. Yet I have many fond memories to tide me over til we meet again.
Defeat hit me in the knees. I was looking forward to hiking around and getting lots of exercise but the knees complained loud and strong so instead of exercise I got some well needed rest. I usually am so relaxed when I get home on Sunday evenings that it is very hard to get back in the working mode once more.
I was blessed by having all my children join me for one weekend at the campground. It’s so very hard to get them together and I was thankful they all took the time out to come. A family reunion it was. I loved seeing my grandchildren all together too.
The children I am camping with have been so good to me all summer. I wouldn’t be able to be there at all if it wasn’t for all their help. We each have our own trailers that sit in a row on joining campsites so I can truly say I’ve been blessed with the best neighbors ever this summer.
Only 4 more weeks of camping and then I’ll be home busily preparing for the holidays. I’ll never forget what a wonderful summer it has been.
Truly written from my heart to yours
Love,
Pam (mostly known as ‘ma’)
Years should be nothing to you.
Who asked you to count them
or consider them?
In the world of wild Nature,
time is measured by seasons only-
-the bird does not know how old it is-
-the rose-tree does not count its birthdays!
Marie Corelli
