SHOOTING STARS AND MEGA MACHINES

Observing life all around me. Humor in illness; laughing my way through with the help and good senses of humor of the doctor and nurses. I went to Urgent Care today to reasure myself that I was not as bad off as I thought. Wonderful joyful people caring for others that could not find joy. We laughed; the nurses and I and then the Dr. and I. I thank God for them in my day. I will live. My leg is not fractured and I do not have a bloodclot. I was sent for X-Ray and so I went on my way to work. The little technician (because she is short and very cute) looked at me and with a slight hint of sarcasm asked "So why are you here?" I know it seemed incredulous that I would need an X-Ray since I walked in looking my usual healthy professional self and in a good humor, having had my spirits lifted by the group at the Urgent Care commenting on my "beautiful complexion" to which I assured them it was attributed to MAX FACTOR. They kept going over my age with me even though it was clearly written on the paper they were holding. Poor little pups, I know all the tricks of the trade to looking younger. lol. I used to look young...now I just look young-ER. I'll settle for that. If MAX FACTOR ever goes out of business I'll just call the Mortician; they always make everyone look good. But of course I naturally look good lying down due to gravity. I'm VERY YOUNG lying down. It's when I get up that the truth rears it's ugly head. Especially since my landlord has every wall in this condo MIRRORED!!!! The Nerve!
They do make the room look bigger but did he ever consider that "they make me look bigger too!"
Well, sitting on the X-Ray table and lifting my pant leg, I received the usual "GASP!" from the little technician. Bless her; and everyone else that thinks I am just after sympathy and attention. The pain is constant and off and on very intense. Walking doesn't hurt anymore. Now it comes in intermitent throbs and stabs when I least expect it making me give out a little wimpy "ooh" like some little old lady. I hate that. But it just comes out of my mouth before I can catch it, you know?
Well, again, having left there and going to work; after debating with myself if I should obey my Dr. and take off for the rest of the week and keep my leg elevated and take the prescribed meds and do the warm compresses; yada yada yada......
I decide to go to work and do my one client and then stay off of my feet while collecting my hours that will count toward my "benefits eligibility". That's a laugh and a story all in itself. The benefit to this job is the wonderful people I work with and the money to live on. The people have become family and the money affords me to live in this condo at the beach. Bringing me to why I am up at one o'clock in the morning writing on this blog:
When I arrived home this afternoon/nite I had to take my little ME-ME out for her tinkle and toot. To reward me for being a good girl and staying at work I took her for a walk to the beach just across the road. I can't walk on the beach as there are these Mega Machines that are moving sand around trying to give us more beach and less ocean. There was the giant lights casting a beam over the sand, the ocean waves and the giant tractors. Me-Me and I sat on the wooden walkway leading over the dunes to the beach. I watched in amazement at the sheer power of these bulldozers plowing through sand and ocean water without getting stuck. Men sat in the cabs of these monsters handling them like they were Tonka Trucks. I have a new respect for heavy machinary operators. Off to the left where the light was coming from was another bulldozer that was not performing to the dance. As usual in the cases where county workers are performing their jobs there were five or six men watching as the other two worked. Then instead of walking to where it was they were going, to my utter joy at the sight, they stepped up into the scoop on the front of the bulldozer and road away into the night. I took much joy in this because all of it, the entire scene looked like such fun. And they all looked like little boys playing with their Tonka Trucks. I found myself thinking that if I were a little boy, I would want to grow up and do this job. Now, I know that it is hard work, requiring great skill and training, and they are exhausted at the end of whenever their day ends; I say this because it is after one in the morning and they are still going at it. I admire them; This is another thing that I would never have seen in my life if I were not here, at this time in my life.
We came back to the condo and did the nightly heating pad on the leg and watched a sad movie and then a boring first part of one that I could not endure so I turned it off. I can not sleep. Walking carefully in the dark to the front deck I stand and listen to the men still working on the beach. I used to hear waves crashing on the shore. Now it's bulldozers grinding gears as they make our beach. I can still see them in my minds eye, and shake my head as I smile and look toward the sky. At that very moment I saw it: A Shooting Star. It was mine. I am the only one seeing it; I know this. God sent it to me.
Dear God, I love you too. Thank you for so many special moments in my self proclaimed "last year".
The air has a slight chill; it feels wonderful. As I am writing, I hear the wind whistle around my building. Oh, yes, the cool night air cometh, the wind sings a lullaby to me. I will sleep good now.