June 27, I made another trip into Kennewick. My tooth/teeth are still in pain. Found that my teeth which are soft anyway, are somewhat brittle from the chemo. I clinch my teeth... yeah, I cracked three molars. They are now in the process of being repaired, but the expense! It seems that I need to win the lotto to be financially free again. Ha ha.
Driving back to Royal City yesterday I really thought about all I have to be thankful for. In those thoughts were my surroundings. As on past trips, I have tried to appreciate what I am able to view, experience, and appreciate. This time I noticed the acres and acres of lush green fields, filled with mint, hay, alfalfa, baby corn coming up, yellow mustard, orchards of fruit trees, fields of berries, and feed lots filled with cows. Every since I found out that I have cancer, appreciation of the world I am in has been important. The fact I have my eyesight, can drive, can smell and hear... all becomes valuable. It may sound sappy as I tell about my trips and all that I experience, but... think about not being healthy enough to be out and about. I do not take the health I have for granted.
Passing the auction yard on Hwy 395 was a sad representation of the poor economic times we are in now. The property was filled to the brim with farm equipment, as well as vehicles both business and private. Most of the time these are for sale due to repossession, foreclosure, loss of farm or property. It was so sad to see all of these items, knowing that they represented so many business' , individuals and families.
Ah, but there is the rest of the story. As I approached Hwy 26 on my trip to Royal City there was a lot of dust in the air. Road construction! (Of course I just washed the car) Earlier in the trip I figured that I didn't need to make a potty stop, as the road construction should be finished for the day at 6:30 p.m. With that in mind I continued on, figuring I would make it home in time for my business. Wrong! Don't ever assume. Road crew still working, holding up traffic every so often, took what seems "forever" to get down the highway to Royal City. You just don't do that to a 62 year old woman. Maybe the female astronaut who wore adult pamper's a few years ago had a good idea, ha ha.
|Cranky women alert...|
Where's the porta potty guys?
You know we are going to be asked!