Good morning everyone, As many of you know I'm here at my daughter's house recovering from open-heart surgery, I really don't get much to do except follow my doctor's instructions and those of the visiting nurse and physical therapist. Yeah, you need them after open heart surgery. You don't believe me? Wait until it's your turn. :-) Anyway, the problem is that my mind starts to idle with ruminating thoughts settling in and trying to make a nest. Many of my friends always ask me why I do not let things go. Well, I'm going, to be honest, since I do not go to the Spanish congregation anymore I do not have to worry about any backlash from them. When my family lived on Long Island and I was a child my grandfather was working on the plumbing in the basement, he left a blow torch on, and of course, I was in the basement with him. Needless to say, I grabbed a blowtorch out of curiosity and I tried to burn the floor with it, the floor was made of cement so there...
Don't be fooled by the Title. It is all about me... sometimes.