In the morning when you wake up, do you pay attention to the first thougth that pops into your head? That is the official "thought of the day". This morning I thought OK, how did I arrive at this point? It started at age four when I asked for a medical kit for Christmas. By the time June and my birthday rolled around, the Christmas kit was worn out, so another appeared in the stack of birthday loot. I saw one of my favorite aunts in her cap and uniform when I was six. I wanted to be just like her. Another aunt arranged for me to volunteer in the veterinary practice that employed her before I was old enough to become a nurse's aide. That was elemental in getting me used to procedures, surgery, bedside manner and human nature.
OK, today really is Sunday. No scrubs to get ready for the week, but I did scrub the kitchen sink. I'm pretending the next week is vacation, and after that I will get down to the business of retirement. I plan on spending a few volunteer hours with the senior center in our small town. The great adventure is ahead. It reminds me of how it felt to start a summer vacation at the end of a school year. You knew fun was coming. The suspense came from not knowing exactly what, when or where.
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