Happy to be 51%

Formula 1 race from Dubai on Sunday with qualifying this morning, sheets need washing, grass needs a quick cutting, pots need watering and a check needs to be deposited into the bank. That is the list for today. Rather quiet! I need a slow day to recover from the past week. Both of us never fully recovered from last Sunday's lunch in the city. We dragged through the week.

My mom has fully recovered from her pneumonia and, she thinks the contributing factor is her pacemaker, is full of energy. Busting! She looked fantastic and happy yesterday. We had errands to run, lunch of Russian Cabbage soup then a final visit with our favorite doctor who did the surgery to stop her tears from running down her cheeks. Success! We had fallen in love with him through the process. Yesterday, we exchanged emails and phone numbers. He has small children, they have fallen in love with our little town, born in Egypt, father was a banker, raised in London and New York and he is now the head of the department at a leading university hospital in California. He misses is parents (who are younger than I am!) and his sister and her family. He looks like my brother, even has the same affect and we teased him yesterday that he must have some German/Norwegian blood in him! We talked about being Arab in today's world though, as he pointed out, he nor his parents look "Arab." It was interesting. He is married to an Asian woman. A Scorpio woman. Our birthdays are only five days apart. Takes a strong man to have the respect of a Scorpio woman. It would be a pleasure to show them around our area.

After the pulmonary function test two weeks ago, I noticed that my mind drifts back to the results. Mentally, I am so pleased to have 51% lung capacity instead of 48%. A small difference, I know, but when I was in the 40s, it was always on my mind that I was getting too close to the required 40% to begin the lung transplant process. I am not ready. Somehow the 51% has made me more relaxed. Silly, I know, but somehow comforting.