Today is as pretty as May day as I've seen—perhaps the prettiest one that's ever been served up since time began. Of course I'm feeling a little biased at the moment since today is also my birthday.
Still, you can't deny the brilliant sunlight, a sky in fresh-washed cornflower blue, the diamond sparkle of a dancing river, lush grass and verdant new leaves on bushes and trees in a thousand shades of green, at least a dozen different flowers in bloom in the yard—including the spectacular purple-lavender clusters on my moody rhododendron—colorful warblers flitting through the treetops along the bank and trying to out-sing the Carolina wren, robins, and oriole…and just that unmistakable heady fragrance of another Ohio springtime that fills your lungs and proclaims a wealth of adventures ahead that makes life worth living.
I'm going to keep this post short because I have to make a run to Sam's to pick up some things—and afterwards I want to be able to take a drive in the country to see and smell and listen to such a perfect May day just humming along from a few different places. Later, I have to attend a Board of Directors meeting for the local Community Health Centers, which will pretty much kill the evening.
To bring you up to date on my pacemaker deal…my heart specialist was a man of his word. When we talked Monday, he said he'd fast-track me for surgery. I check into the hospital at 6:30 tomorrow morning, and will have the surgery at 8:30. Barring complications, I should be home on Saturday.
I want all who've commented over the past few days—on this blog or by email—to know how very much I've appreciated your words and thoughts and prayers. I feel good about this—and I'm looking forward to enjoying the days and seasons ahead—and a new chronological year!—from the improved perspective of a better rhythm.