It's September and it's getting chilly. I like the cool air, but not COLD air. I can handle the cool days up until about November, then it's to fucking much to handle.

Fall brings on a crisp change - environmentally, emotionally, physically - and it always feels like a time of renewal for me. Maybe it just take me back to my childhood when we got new clothes and school was starting. It was like starting over again every year with friends, teachers, etc. It was also a time of harvesting in our huge garden - not my favorite activity. At least it wasn't a sweltering hundred degrees like when it was summer and we had to lug gallon jugs of water to the garden to weed and water. I hated weeding that fucking garden, but it kept us four kids fed. Anyway, getting the food from the garden was one of the many transitions into winter.

Enough with looking back and waxing on. This fall is exciting because my son is playing football FINALLY! I've never been one to want my kid to play, but he's tried other sports and activities and he's never really been INTO it. I never expected it, but he absolutely loves football! He's pretty good for his first year and I'm glad he's found something he loves. That's a goal of a parent - to guide your child into a life of doing what they love.

I've been walking my dogs 15 minutes a day on most days like my doctors told me. They haven't officially diagnosed me, but I'm borderline diabetic. That stems from the medicine I'm on for my transplant and exacerbated by my weight and inactivity. I'm NOT going to have a lot of complications with this transplant. I've had it for nearly 6 years (November 23rd) and I'm not going to fuck it up. I've gotten lazy in the last few years, especially since I started working again, and I'm not going to let it continue. My doc said to just work on 15 minutes and no more. If I want to do more, fine. If I don't want to do anything - tough shit - do 15 minutes and be done with it.

Froggychick