A Great Escape

I just helped this rad lady who lives in a nursing home. She told me about how she ran away at 3:00 am a couple weeks ago. She got down the hall and out the door without anyone seeing her. A cab was waiting and she went to McDonald's. It was what she wanted to do. She had planned it all out. She almost got away with it until she came back and a few of the workers saw her getting out of the cab. Now she has to wear a "chastity belt" - a wrist band that goes bazerk (is that even a word?) when she enters the elevator without permission. But she said it was worth it because "you just have to live a little." Her visit to the doctor's office today was a treat and she topped it off by having a slice of pizza in the cafeteria. I hope I grow old with that kind of pizazz!

Another patient just called and told me that he received a kidney transplant for his birthday this week.

It's been a good day.

Mmm! Blueberries... and, what?!?! peaches?

Many of you know that blueberries are hands down my favorite food. One summer, I ate them with nearly every meal. I especially love how unpredictable they are - sometimes they're a bit bitter and other times, they're pure joy in my mouth!

Today, however, I experienced a close rival to my blueberry obsession. I had a perfect white peach that dripped juice as I bit into it. Messy, yes, but sassy in my mouth!

Mmmmm... I love summer fruits!

070707

I've been raving about it since January 1st. I tell everyone - friends, family, patients (at work), strangers. 070707 is my Birthday! It's pretty cool that I was born 25 years ago at 1:37 in the morning on July 7.

Here's the plan for the day:
- Sleeping in
- Morning run
- Horseback riding in the afternoon
- BBQ with friends
- Fireworks in Old Towne (Yes, the entire city is celebrating! How did they know I love fireworks?)

It's going to be a fun day!

A lady told me this week that getting old isn't for sissies and another gave me the advice to stay young. I've spent a lot of time this week thinking about the turning of an age, the year behind, and the year to come. I think I'll like 25.