What you see is what you get?

For a few of my clients I have to put on clean sheets on their bed which I loathe every time. Sure the stack of soft linens feels soft on my palm but when they jump to their death onto the plush cushion stack I feel my body let out a deep, longing sigh to be somewhere else. The other day I thought of the last time I was helping my dad make his bed when he was sick. He was in the Army and surprisingly so he still made his bed military style even being plump full of radiation. It was agonizing and I immediately started to regret that I even stepped in the room to help him. He would insist no wrinkles, things be tucked in , sheets to be even to me it was total madness. That was my father though, a neat freak. I realize now that I'm older that any amount of laziness I have is contributed from my mother and thankfully so.

Memories are kind of funny that way, they show up whenever they want like an unannounced guest.

We recently moved close to the river, wait not really recently I guess we have been living here for a year now. It's a great location and the other day we discovered all of these hidden paths that lead around the Mississippi. There were hidden beaches, look out points and waterfalls. The other night when we took a hike I felt like it was just where I needed to be, that this was what life was all about.