As they wheeled me toward the OR last Friday one of the nurses merrily announced: "This is what we call the 'kissing corner'." I guess my husband already understood the drill and I remember him leaning over me and honestly I don't remember in that Vercid haze whether he gave me a peck on the cheek, forehead or lips - and then he vanished and I was still moving smoothly forward and was so buoyed by the drugs running through a catheter from my arm to my brain that I said aloud: "Every Corner Should Be A Kissing Corner". Wow. Was that profound or What?! At least at the time I thought is was and I think I heard the nurses good-naturedly concurring.
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Maybe she wasn't being at all polite just realising for the hundreth time that week that the kissing corner resonates with everyone. May the kissing Corner be in all places of your life and living for others but more so for your self:0)
I love the photo. Your swans are so pretty. I've never seen one in the wild here in Montana, though we have lots of geese and ducks.
Sounds like a plan. Hope you're doing well.
Daisy, dmmg, A/C - Thanks for your good wishes and for stopping by - I'm on the mend - the sun is shining.
I hope your weekend was rejuvinating, with many blessings counted. Take care...
Thank you, Bonita - Many blessings counted - many. As I grow older and wiser I grow more grateful for life, even as this aging body - maybe 'because' this aging body- reminds me that time is, after all, limited and as my favorite character, the spirit of Christams present, from the Finney movie, a Christmas Carol says: "There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish. The thing is to try to do as much as you can in the time that you have."
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