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I’d like to say never but that’s not true. My first ever was at the ripe young age of 4 with a double hernia. And I also had my tonsils out at the same time.

I’ve also struggled with sinus problems and have had six surgeries on my sinuses. Some major some minor.

Gallbladder surgery was actually 4 incisions and they somehow blew out the gallbladder.

My most recent surgery was the removal of my thyroid due to thyroid cancer.

So a few but nothing too overwhelming.

Definitely coffee! I start my day with a cup of java. No matter where I am. No matter what I’m doing! Coffee. No sugar but a little cream.

Maybe a little pastry if I’m not currently dieting.

I do a lot while drinking my coffee. I pray. I meditate. I write a blog. I pay bills. I put on makeup. I fix my hair. All while sipping my beloved coffee.

I begin my day with a little prayer and meditation, I write this daily blog. I read my emails and play a few games. Of course, I do all this drinking my morning coffee.

Four or five days a week I go to the gym to work out. Lately, I have been doing water aerobics.

I sometimes have lunch with a friend or a group of friends. Today I’m having lunch with a group of friends.

I retired nine years ago so I don’t work.. My work is generally planning a trip. Finding deals on cruises, flights, etc. This takes up more time than you can imagine.

I use my car as little as possible. I walk around my neighborhood. I ride my bike. I recycle. I eat healthy – lots of fruits and veggies. I try to be helpful and kind.

I have a great life!

I love lobster. Not lobster rolls. Just lobster. But ever since I first went to Maine and ate lobster there, I no longer eat it anywhere else.

I love to dunk the pieces of lobster in melted butter. And I always wear the bib so I don’t spill on me.

Often it’s served with corn on the cob and a roll but I really don’t care about that. It’s all about the delicious lobster.

I start by sucking on the tiny little legs. Yes, there is meat in them. Then I go to the claws. When that is done I begin on the tail. You can tell if it is a female if there is red roe, a shiny rubbery substance that is called lobster caviar.

When I’m finished, I dream of the next time I can eat a lobster.

Lobsters are fairly expensive even in Maine. But on the prison books dating back a century, it says they could only feed the inmates lobster once a week. I guess as a bottom feeder, they didn’t appreciate how delicious lobster really is!

I have a pair of black sweats. They are not heavy like most sweat materials. They are light and baggy with a drawstring waist. They are also versatile. I can wear them with a T-shirt for casual but if I put on a sparkly top, I look dressed up.

But if I’m going for a whole outfit to wear over and over, I have a silky T-shirt in mauve that I would wear.

Also, a gray swing jacket if I get cold.

On my feet I always wear oofos. I live in them. I have 5 pairs in different colors but my black ones go with everything.

First I want to say that for me there is a big difference between religion and spirituality. Religion is the practice of worship of a supreme being such as God,

Spirituality is the inner belief that there is a divine being that is greater than me. This I believe in strongly and it is a very important part of my daily life.

I practice prayer and meditation to help bring me into alignment with my higher power. Prayer to me is talking to my higher power and meditation is listening to my higher power.

Through meditation, I try to live my life as my higher power wants me to live. If I’m on the wrong track, meditation helps me to get bs k on the right course.

I’ve learned to feel discomfort and notice this discomfort when I’m not doing my higher power’s will.

In developing a deeper spirituality I have entered churches, synagogues, and Buddhist temples and have engaged in native American sweat lodges. I believe my higher power is everywhere.

And my higher power wants me to be happy, joyous, and free!

Life swirls by so quickly. It seems as though when I don’t slow down I’m not showing up for my own life.

The children grow up. Did I spend enough time with them.

My hair is turning gray. I have wrinkles in my face and it is harder to move. I used to literally jump out of my seat but no more,

Luckily several decades ago I realized this would happen. I realized if I didn’t stop to smell the roses I would miss all the priceless moments in my life.

So I smelled the roses. Yes the children grew up but I was there for each moment.

My hair turned gray actually it’s a little white but it mixes with my blonde so it is hard to see. But the wrinkles came. And with age comes wisdom.

Ok I have to admit it. I sm quite adficted to the game candy crush. It started on my computer but now I play on my phone.

In the morning, I drink coffee, read my daily meditation, chat with my husband, write my blog and play candy crush. I play until I lose all my lives which sometimes can be too long.

If I’m working on booking a trip and looking for flights and hotels, I do limit my time. But when I’m not I waste a lot of time.

Today I’ve been playing and making plans for tonight. Doing both simultaneously. But its Saturday morning and I have a lot to do so I’m keeping this short and heading out to face my day!

Sweet, juicy watermelon with seeds brings me back to times of sitting at a picnic table with large oak trees for shading.

As I sit there spitting out seeds remembering times my friends and I would see who could spit the seeds the furthest.

The juice of the watermelon flowing over my tiny hands, sticky but oh so delicious. Afterwards running up to the fountain to get a bit of water on my hands to remove some of the stickiness. What I remember though is not minding the sticky hands at all. It was kind of like being buried in the sand at the beach. Loved all that sand on me.

Oh, and I did eat watermelon at the beach with sticky plus sandy hands. What fond memories.

As an adult the thought of sticky hands is quite uncomfortable. And today they have re-engineered watermelon without seeds. But when I’m lucky enough to find a watermelon with seeds it transports me back to spitting seeds with sticky hands. Heavenly!