that I "signed my life away", enlisting in the Navy. 17, 2 months from graduation and absolutely sure that no matter what else I did, staying here was not an option!
Probably a good thing; my Dad had already made me refuse a full-ride music scholarship and getting us as far away from each other as possible for a while was the best thing that could have happened...
Looking back over the years, even with all that's going on now, I wouldn't change a thing!
Every now and then I look for a ball cap with my old squadron insignia on it and a few weeks ago ran across this:
That was one of the aircraft I worked on; flew in sometimes, and was even lucky enough to get a bit of "stick time" in. Those are my WestPac cruise dates as well. Of course, when I tried to buy the print, it is no longer available, but I'll consider myself lucky to have found just the jpeg!
I was released from the hospital late on Wednesday night and have spent most of the last 3 days being very lazy; sleeping late, reading and watching a bit of TV. I fixed dinner each night, but that's about all I've done that was "extra". They said the "sotolol" they put me on to control my heart would make me feel tired until my body adjusted to it, and said it would be a week or so. I'm willing to take their word for it. I can tell about 30 minutes after I take it there is a "drowsy spell" before I feel like even moving again!
I did finish "Gondal's Queen" while I was in, began reading Vita Sackville-West's "Selected Essays" but when I got home I couldn't resist picking up Irene Nemirovsky's "The Wine of Solitude". I'm finding myself looking for every excuse to slip away with it. Sadly, it doesn't appear to have been read by anyone despite 2 years on the shelf at a major university.
I have chemo again this next Thursday, so if I don't blog before that I'll try and get by after just to say "Hi" and let you know I'm still around.
May the week be kind to each of you!