One Step at a Time

I'm getting ready for a busy weekend.  Daughter and her family are coming tomorrow and leaving early Sunday.  Son and DIL are off on a motorcycle ride and rally with overnight campout.  Their air conditioner has taken a cue from ours and died just as they are planning to leave town.  My golf practice continues, even though I'm not yet allowed to leave the driving range or use any club other than the 7 iron.  Hardtime Man and Rot'n Girl have been a little out of the action as he recovers from surgery on his lip.  It was more involved than expected and he was pretty quiet for a couple of days. Dancing Girl and Guitar Man are still reeling from the knowledge that their middle child and only daughter will be moving to Seattle in a few short weeks.  I have medical testing scheduled for this afternoon and more tests late next week.  My little doc thinks the best way to stay healthy lies in pro-active diagnostics and preventive care.  My little mind finds all this poking and prodding and examining just a bit dramatic, but I'll go along.  Ol' Abner's next exam has been moved up from four months to next week and Daughter is probably facing repeat of one of her knee replacements at the end of next month.  So how does all that make this weekend busy?  Sheets must be washed, we will let the A/C repairman in at Son's house.  Meals will be planned and we do have Hardtime Man's birthday on Wednesday.  The lawn must be mowed and edged and the little mama bird raising her flock on the back porch should be ready to teach them to take wing soon.  Cooking on the grill has been a little dicey lately with the patio inhabitants acting territorial.  Meals for a crowd always come together when the grill is flaming.  If this missive seems rambling and disconnected, it's because my mind is on that same aimless stumble.  Focus! Focus, Daisy Mae! Plant your feet firmly on the ground and move forward with purpose!  OK...I can do this.