The MUSTN'TS

Nothing to drink, the sound of panting dog and happily playing girls (J is have a friend spend the night) for my music. In five minutes I am heading to the airport to get my spouse! Three weeks of spouse! He wasn't supposed to be home for so long, but I am having surgery on my ankle on Tuesday (outpatient and I plan to be back to work Thursday--I'm taking Wednesday off :-) and then I am non-weight-bearing on that leg for at least two weeks. I still plan to go to Portland for the Bullseye Instructor workshop. I still plan to go from there to the Buyer's Market in Philadelphia (I am sharing a room with Dee and she is asking for a handicapped accessible room). I still plan to fly to Montana for two weeks the day after I get back from Philadelphia. Now, however, I am adding a doctor visit in on the day I get back from Philly.

Yes, it's a bit like shaking my fist in the face of fate, but if I don't think positively and optimistically about my prospects, all that is left is to cower in fear of the Mustn'ts (or climb in bed, assume the prenatal position and turn the electric blanket--assuming I had one--up to nine). I am not so pollyanna that I don't have contingencies in place for less-than-optimal outcomes (I plan to have all my current orders done before going in for surgery except for the big medical awards job, for example) but I remain hopeful that all I have is a glitch in my hitch (or whatever that expression is). I close with my first favorite poem that I just last week shared with the J. Thank you Shel Silverstein.

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES.
Then listen close to me -
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.