Day 80 -- a piddling day

The Sat. morn routine is headed by refilling my meds for the week.  When I ended up short, I realized I had not picked up medication.  Paniced that I had overlooked ordering, I made the trip to Publix as soon as I was ready to start the day.  Funny, I had ordered the meds I needed; the tech greeted me and went to the shelf to get the meds (she knows my name!), and sure enough, my system for ordering had worked -- I just didn't remember to pick they up.  While there, I picked up a few other perishables that I needed.
Got home, and just piddled for most of the day.  Thought of the kids (celebrating Jarrod's birthday at Epcot) and sent Jarrod a birthday greeting text.  Can't wait to see what robots he will build.  Might go out there tomorrow -- afternoon in case they sleep in.
The highlight of the day was a call from Danny.  He wanted me to know he had gotten my note.  I wanted to pick his brain about CPAP.  And, of course, I had some questions I wanted him to field.  Started by the news report about the significant increase in suicides in the military.  My questions to Danny has to do with the apparent overlooking the environment ofjust saying no and suicide being seen as a weakness was not a setting to do much therapeutic or compassionate care.  Good ol Danny -- he went immediately to one of my favorite issues -- Problem solving does not occur as long as there are dissimilar agendas.
Danny also gave me some great feedback on my writing.  He suggestions were gifts and cut right to the chase.  I also realized that if nothing else has happened on this journey, I am losing my need to prove my point, or describe any difference with my agenda.  I am liking so much more just hearing what others have to say, and the accepting what I can use and/or understand.  I know some of that comes from the necessity of no longer hearing very well, and a lot of it comes from remembering Margaret's mantra: "Ask for what you want; Accept what you get; and give a lot of Love."  She did that consistently in her life, and left a legacy of how affirming that was to anyone she met.  I've tried to live up to that all of our life together.  Now when I miss her so terribly, remembering her mantra is a momentary touch of her hand on me.  Not the same as the real thing -- it is a substitute I gladly seek.