I got up this morning around 6:35 AM. I warmed up a cup of coffee and messed with our main computer. Carol got up and read her Bible. I wrote in my paper diary and then we went out for breakfast. After breakfast we went for a walk at the Upper Macatawa Natural Area.
When we got home Carol had a talk with Beth and the girls on her cell phone/a face to face. Lou and Marn wanted to sing Happy Birthday! to their Papa. When baby Jack woke up from a nap Nonie and Papa were able to makes noises at him through Carol's cell phone. I sure wish I could go to Denver with Carol next week and visit with our grandchildren. I wish I was not so afraid of flying in a plane. The other day as I was sitting in the sun room I looked up in the sky and saw a passenger jet flying through the clouds and it was scary. Up there in that giant jet were hundreds of people flying in space. It was to me not natural for people to be flying above the earth in a plane. The very thought of being inside that jet made me feel sick with dread. I am not ready to die in a plane wreck. I feel safe here inside this house. If I was inside a passenger plane miles above the earth I would feel trapped/no way out.
So the day goes by. Carol goes back to work tonight. Not much else to report. I have no plans for the rest of the day. It is my birthday, I am now 65 years old. I am living a normal life.
Last night I read my books and went to bed around 10:30 PM. The last book I read yesterday was titled, 'Conversation: A History Of A Declining Art' by Stephen Miller. Now it is another day. Existence keeps zooming by!
I will close to drink coffee and wait to see what comes in the mail.