Going to Carmichael

 Saturday- As with everything these days. Every decision seems to require lots of consideration, conversation and consternation. Nothing is easy. 

Gene has a common cold. Does he travel with me, does he stay home? Do I stay home, travel on my own? Little decisions start to seem big. 

The best part is,  I am up, showered, dressed, packed and feeling able to travel by plane or car. Alone, or with my "driver" to see Sam, Liza, Max, Melissa and Tim. This will be the last trip north for awhile, and I am ready to get on the road. 

Visiting the grandkids was doctor's orders! Along with filling out the Advanced Directive packet. A big plus, a little negative. 

Sunday- We arrived last evening in Carmichael, settled into the little house or "casita", and found everything just as we left it except, now, we have a courtyard/patio, a retaining wall and a drainage system to dump the massive rainfall away from our little house. I am very content as I watch the dark black clouds gather outside. 

The drive was perfect, we checked in with one of our favorite waiters at the I-Hop on I-5. People never know how much they can brighten your trip, just doing what they do. 

Melissa encouraged me to try the new yoga studio in her neighborhood.  So I grabbed my yoga mat and we headed out. Yoga is my touchstone, even with modifications, I just can't get enough. 

I imagine my insides taking in the deep breaths of oxygen.  Stretching, balancing, moving felt so good.

I will go again soon. 

I am so happy to leave the doctor's offices behind for even a few days. We plan to build a remote control robot today with Sam, and I will do art with Liza. 

It is a fine day. 



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