In specific, I had a colonoscopy last Tuesday and nothing was found that wasn't supposed to be there.
It's been four years since I was diagnosed with colon cancer. This was my second follow up scoping and am good for another five years.
I am pleased to report all is well.
You'll recall what I asked of you four years ago and I am going to ask it again, this time in celebration.
If you've a mind to and a moment to do it either pour a glass of your favourite libation and raise it or simply pump a clenched fist in the air and say, "Cancer, my ass!"
I finally got a proper photo of the wild stallion who grazes out by Harlech and for it I am grateful. For non-locals that's west of Rocky nearing Nordegg on Highway 11.
He was with two others Saturday as we were on our way to the mountains.
The stallion was kind enough keep eating as I took his picture and to walk slowly past the car.
I am convinced this stallion is a unicorn. While I haven't seen his horn I can sense it. There's no question in my mind it is there.
Yesterday I spent just the right amount of time outdoors.
The day was hot, sunny, blue, and quiet, as the best Sundays are and for it I am grateful.
I got a bit of work done, too, but most of my time was spent sitting and listening to the wind.
It was relaxing and that's great, but it also spoke to me in a new way. It made me think about how nothing in life is permanent and that led me to consider the material possessions I have and what will come of them.
A few might be taken by family, assuming I outlive the ones who would take anything. And then I thought about my pictures. I have thousands in hard copy and that again in digital.
They are great to have, but they ultimately serve no purpose.
Yes, I know, old photos go to museums and history books, but that is only a few. The rest?
The wind blew and told me everything blows away with it. In the end there will still be winds blowing over the earth when I, and all I own, are long gone.
I am grateful to have the possessions left to me by family, but they don't mean anything to anyone else, and as I get older and see things differently, having them means less to me.
It is the possession of the material object that loses meaning, not the love and energy of what the objects represent.
I am nowhere near ready to get rid of these possessions. I will someday, and it will hurt to see them go, but the memories stay. They are what is important and they are permanent for as much as mental energy can be permanent.
So possessions can come and go with the wind, but the wind will always be, and for all of this I am grateful
Spring is in full swing.
We had a wonderful weekend with friends.
The weather has been gorgeous.
The leaves are coming out.
And those are just off the top of my head.
It's the kind of time where everything is wonderful and picking anyone one thing for which to be grateful seems unfair to everything else.
Therefore I refuse to choose.
I am grateful for it all.