Murdo Girl…knows everything

You will very seldom hear me admit it, but sometimes my brother is right. He says that when you get older, it gets increasingly important to live near your doctors. Yes, doctors as in more than one.

They specialize in certain areas of your body, now. When you call for an appointment because your big toe is out of joint, they ask if it’s above or below the joint that in any way touches the tonail. I have yet to figure out how doctors decide how they determine where their expertise lies. Someone must have to draw the short straw. There are so many things that can go wrong with the body, that someone has to work on the yuckier parts. I almost lost it while watching a doctor remove my son’s earwax.

(Ugly potbellied pigs live in the same rocks as beautiful flowers.) Beauty and beasts live together.

But, I guess on average, we live reasonably long and healthy lives…even if our moms used talcum powder on us and fed us red jelly beans, we somehow survived.

What to do, what to do? Sitting too close to the television, which I think just makes you blind, and eating bacon, are hard to give up.

I hate to blame Mom for everything, but every ailment must be someone’s fault. She let me drink coffee when I was only five.

As for me, I can’t protect myself from wive’s tales or today’s scientific findings. It will make me crazy and hard to live with. So here is my plan.

I’ll hug my friends, let my family know how much I love them every chance I get. Pray for patience, acceptance, and forgiveness. Give love and reject hate, seek out that person who looks like they need a kind word or a smile, and hope they don’t really need a shot of baking soda in a glass of water. I’m no doctor, but my friend Pat, swears this cures everything.

I hope I can remain true to the commitments I just expressed, in writing, without making it all a part of a deal with God. (If you do that, then it negates everything.)

I’m sixty-seven and I want to remember there is nothing more important than trust and one more thing.

Do not expect money to bring you happiness… It won’t! There is never enough. Never!! But you can sing a song with Murdo.

Will I remember to live this life I know will bring me the joy I yearn for? I have relationships to mend and I need strength from the place all strength comes from.

Will you help me?

(Go ahead and hug on that flag Queen E. You know you want to.)

3 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…knows everything

  1. scoper07 June 6, 2019 / 7:17 am

    Ok. Two things:
    1) I forgive you for misspelling toenail.
    2) I see patience as your biggest challenge.

    I am very patient. Just ask my wife and kids. They might agree, maybe…

    Liked by 1 person

    • Mary Francis McNinch June 6, 2019 / 10:50 am

      I get it…to’nail. I’ll look up the other word. Hey! If Connie’s Story has a misspelled word, it’s on you. 🙂

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      • sanjuan831 June 7, 2019 / 6:56 pm

        Pot bellied pigs, you and Bill at Horse Creek on the prairie, the Queen, a very beautiful orange and black bird, and a bunny friend. Somehow this all ties in together. Live near your doctors!
        My Mom used to always give that as an excuse when I asked them to move closer to us- “No, we have to be near our doctors.” Makes perfect sense to me.

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