I wake in Russia within the TRV (Tiny Russian Village)…

That coffee is great this morning. Good morning sunshine…

Waking up gets much harder when you get older. Sometimes you simply say, “Wow, I made another day! Time to do one more day and then we will decide if tomorrow will happen…”

I am thankful for Russia and the TRV….it heals me, yet somethings just will not heal no matter what. Pain is a reminder of those issues…

Pain has been a constant companion in my life for most of it….as far as I can remember. It started when very young and I almost paralyzed myself permanently on a trampoline and never stopped. A hundred broken bones, been stabbed twice, shot once and what has had to be a thousand stitches later….I am still alive…

But, one thing that has been consistent, is pain…

It tells me that I am still alive and if I can complain, I can get many things done at the same time. Pain is all in the mind and when you let your guard down, that is when it round houses you and gets you down…

I know people that just do not know what pain is about? Either they lie or are the luckiest people on earth, as I nurse a headache from hell, even this morning as I get up. Even the weather wants a piece of me as it tells me that it is changing 24 hours in advance…

If I was my dad? I would be dead already! He decided that the pain was too much and I remember when he died at fifty years old. He could not take the pain. yet my grandpa Stroud lived with pain and endured until 83 years old. Grandpa Keeton was the same. I am glad that I take after them…

Pain wakes me up every morning and says, “Hello!”

But, I very rarely take any pain killers. That is the life I do not want. I have dealt with happy pills, doctor prescribed in the USA and never again will I become reliant upon drugs to band aid issues…

I use pain:

I use it to motivate me and use it to realize that life is precious. I am now dealing with a hernia and it has created in me a sense of how to do things differently…

My wheelbarrow is my best friend….I use to lug things around, because I was so strong that even engine blocks where an easy thing to move. Yet, pain and age have shown me that life can be accomplished in many different way…

When I get back to Moscow, I will have to deal with some issues and one of these issues is a hernia. I have to get it under control, before it gets, well, out of control….therefore, I am very smart about what I do as I am doing it and think before I leap. Good thinking, except I should have been doing that when young…

Speaking of pain. It is telling me that I sat too long writing this post and need to go walk and get some things done around the yard. Mr. Arthritis is in a very bad mood this morning and he is trying to tell me that it is better to goof off today. I know better and tell him to go, “Suck an egg”! …

WtR

kKEETON @ Windows to Russia…

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