I was supposed to have a doctor’s appointment and test last week but it did not happen.  I will not go into why it did not happen except to say, “my bad.”
I must admit I did not realize the extent of the test.  For a start I need to fast.  That is not something I enjoy at the best of times but as I said to someone on the weekend, I never want food more then when I cannot have it.  And what the fasting includes is no coffee.  That is just cruel I reckon.
What gets me is that I need to be there at 10:15 for a 12 noon test.  The test will take 5 hours and I need someone to drive me home.
Anyway today is that day.  The test is taking x-rays to look at my arteries.  I admit I am pleased to be having this test.  I am wanting to get all sorts of testing done to determine if there is anything I need to deal with now.
It is as a result of getting tests done that I have found I have mild diabetes.  I have been getting daily blood readings and mostly it is in the 8’s.  Once it was over 10 and once it was just over 7.  I am being more careful about what I eat.  But what I do like is I can mostly eat what I have been but not overdo it.  I think that is doable.  Although I have really seen I should cut back on bread.
I will be glad when this is over though.  It seems the whole day is dedicated to something that I would prefer not to be doing but am glad to be doing.
Normally I would be involved in a get together tonight but this morning I decided it is better I do not rush to have all set up for tonight.  I have five other appointments before the weekend so I think I will have tonight off.

It is probably a common saying but I heard it for the first time recently and liked it. “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is what I have.”
I do like that.  Anything that happened in the past is a past event.  Even if it was good it can at best be relived in the memory.  The memory of it may cause the warm and fuzzies but chances are it will never happen to me again.
Moments in the sun are moments.  If I am fortunate there are those that rejoice in my good fortune and in some instances there are others that benefit from my good fortune.  Yet there is much that comes to an end.
I belonged to a club where someone saw their legacy as a new road surface.  It is great and we all benefit, but I do not think people are wondering who was responsible.  I think in most cases they are just happy to use the surface.
I know someone who is responsible for the organization and doing of major road works.  One was completed not long ago.  It is great and makes the whole trip much easier.  It took months and yet is travelled over in less than two minutes.  I am sure most do not ask who did this.  They, like me, are just happy to make use of what has been done.
My whole point is that my past – good or bad is just that – past.  I did what I think are some good things at work, yet it will not be long me thinks until people are saying “Peter who?”  As far as I am concerned that is ok.  My self-worth is built on something other than  my workmates assessment of me.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery.  I can learn from the past but for me, now is where it is at.

This will sound tight I reckon.  I have never been a fan of giving cut flowers.  I like to give flowers, but I reckon cut flowers, while pretty, are doomed to a short life.  I so much prefer to give a potted flower.  A perennial that will flower again and again.
My problem with cut flowers is the limited life span.  They look pretty for sure and treating them right can add hours to them looking good, but it is inevitable that they will be consigned to the dust bin after a few days.  That does not mention the current cost which I find unbelievable.  To get a decent bunch I am expected to fork out between $50 and $100.  Merril is definitely worth spending money on, but I will always prefer to spend it on an ongoing reminder than a flash in the pan.
Why bring that up?  Really it was all to make the point of my growth.  To me it is of very limited value if I reach a certain stage of growth and development and then abandon my roots or the thing that got me to where I may be, for something that may be spectacular but not long lasting.
It reminds me of some writers.  I have noticed some writers have one good novel in them.  They share a great idea.  But the next book is a dud.  It is like the idea shared was valuable but as good as it gets.  Other writers seem to churn out good book after good book.  Musio’s are the same.  One hit wonders come and go.
To me it is like the difference between cut and potted flowers.  Cut flowers are like one good shared idea.  Potted flowers are like the continual sharing of ideas as a person grows.