Autumn begins Sunday, but it already feels like we've got the dog days in the rear view mirror, and are proceeding full throttle. Any thought I ever had about semi-retirement being a quiet or boring time has gone by the wayside. And that's positive, on the whole. But this week has been a blur. I haven't had time to update this blog for a few days, and I always hate that.
My DW is no longer able to drive a car, so I've transported her to club meetings from one end of the Grand Strand to another this week. I had my own meeting with the board members of Mended Hearts today and got an enthusiastic reception to my idea of funding a scholarship at an area technical college for a future nurse interested in specializing in cardiac rehabilitation.
Tomorrow morning I must choose between participating in a neighborhood walk-a-thon for the benefit of Meals on Wheels or going to my granddaughter's soccer match. I think I will opt for the soccer but I will drop off a donation for Meals on Wheels before departing. I could use the walk-a-thon as training for the coming Heart Walk, but Superdawg and I will do our own route later.
As if enough wasn't going on, my grandkids, DIL, and son rescued a stray dog in hopes of finding its owner. The poor thing gives every indication of being a castoff -- apparently blind, hearing poor, hobbled, old. One thing my wife and I did right was rear our children to love and care for animals. I don't know what the ultimate disposition will be of "Luci" (as the grandkids have already named her) -- maybe the Humane Society will be called upon but the chances of adoption wouldn't seem to be great. We'll see.
Meanwhile, I have felt very sleepy by late afternoon/early evenings the past few days. But before I go surfing in search of some additional medical syndrome on the Internet, I probably should consider this possibility: I need to slow down and get more sleep.
Good night.
© Robert G. Holland 2013
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