Better days are ahead.

Ever have one of those moments that changes how you look at life?

Really changes?

Sunday morning my mom and I were at WalMart, picking up a few things. We ran into one of my high school chums. I went to a rather small school - there were 40 in my graduating class. She asked if I had talked Sara* lately. No, but we'd emailed not too long back.

Her 33 year old husband was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease.

I've tried to call a couple times, and will try again - if only to let her know I'm thinking about her and her family.

For now, my "woe is me" project is the yard. We came home Sunday afternoon to 4 yards of dirt in our driveway. I moved about 1/4 of it Monday afternoon to around the foundation, then mowed. I also dug out 5 huge hostas, and plan to replant them today. This morning I picked up some edging - another project for this afternoon. Before and after pictures to follow. Didn't get a picture of the dirt - but it was about four feet tall and six by 4 feet wide.

Something about exhausing my body helps me sleep at night - Monday it was an hour long kick-ass workout at the gym; 2 1/2 hours of hauling dirt - shovel, wheelbarrow, dump, repeat; and then mowing with the push mower - that does my body good. That and I ended up in the neighbor's hot tub again last night.

Can't wait to see what I can get done today. After all, I'm not looking at a life of tremors, slowness of movement, rigidity, and difficulty with balance...



*Names have been changed to protect the innocent