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The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

--Theodore Roethke


Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
Thursday, August 17, 2006  

When I retired, my mind joined in. I don't think as well as I used to and can't remember things. Today at work two of my friends were in there talking about when we all had lunch a couple of years ago. I don't remember it at all. Nothing came back to me when they described it. Nada! At first I thought they were messing with me and making things up, which would have been possible, but apparently we all actually did have lunch together. I've always been oblivious, but not about things like that.

I did a dingbat thing which isn't really that unusual, but this really irritates me. The containers that my diabetic monitor test strips come in have numbers on them. The nurse emphasized how important it is to be sure the number on the monitor is set to the same number of the test strips. The ones I'd been using since I began testing 6 weeks ago were # 17. This morning when I took the test strip canister out of the elastic part that holds it in the case, I noticed that it had # 15 on it. Crap!! So the last 24 times I've tested were wrong. I changed the number on the meter and tested again, and there was a 14-point difference. Crap again!! Since not testing is like driving without a speedometer, using the wrong number is like having a speedometer that isn't properly calibrated. I couldn't understand why my glucose readings were so low a few times since they've never been that low before. Now I know. Very frustrating. It's not fun sticking needles in fingers as it is without having it be for nothing.

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