The summer of George

The Sunscreen song was always a favorite of mine when I was teaching spin. I hoped if I put the song near the end of the class, the words would magically imprint on the minds of the riders. It is chock full of good advice. I often think of the lyrics at the oddest of times. Three weeks ago, laying in the ICU of the hospital, the following verse came to mind:
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Maybe it was the pain drugs, but I actually found myself chuckling to myself.
“ The damn song is right again I thought.”
Never in my wildest list of worries did I imagine I would be in this situation. I was blindsided. But I wasn’t upset. I should have been really angry. Honestly, I was not.
Maybe it was the pain drugs, but I never wondered why this sucky thing happened to me; not even when the doctor came in and told me I faced a long recuperation period. The list of don’ts was ridiculous.
After all, what was I facing? Just a forced vacation from the trials and tribulations from life.
No heavy housework; my oldest daughter cleaning my house on her day off from work. No driving; Chris and I having multiple dates doing errands. No work; Suzanne and Emmie filling my days with music and conversation. I had been given the gift of the luxury of time to listen to books and watch every movie on my “watch” list.

My life resumes on August first. I have nine more days of goofing off.