Dan knows to give me a five minute warning when we are leaving for a set appointment. It is innate in me I suppose. Once I have sounded the ready to go message, the stop watch begins. There is always just one more thing I need to do. I get easily distracted in that long walk from the bedroom to the garage. It is amazing how many things I find that need to be done along that trek. And of course, it needs to be done at that exact moment.
Here in the Village we are just minutes away from the basic necessities of our life. We are a two minute drive to church, five minutes from drug, grocery and hardware stores and our favorite restaurant. Police, Medical, Fire and Paramedic services are two minutes away. I timed this distance driving at residential speed. We hope and pray we never have need of their services but good to know they are seconds away. Surely between the two of us we can remember the number for 911! Again, I hope we never are tested.
There is a walking-golf cart trail that begins at the end of our street. Our last trip here, we took a stroll through the woods alongside Desoto Lake and down to the marina. It took us about 35 minutes. Dan is barely able to stroll these days. Thankfully for both of us, there are resting spots along the way.
|One of our neighbors raced by us in her golf cart....left us in the dirt! :)|
Of course, I did confide in close family— none of which were named “anyone” just for the record. When the need arises, no doubt their response time is within a minute. As always, there is much, much to be thankful for!
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.