Today is exactly 2 months of being exiled from Lompoc. Because of an illness I have had to live in the San Fernando Valley close to medical treatment that was not available at our VA clinic in Santa Maria. Luckily my father lives a block away from the Sepulveda VA Hospital and about a half hour away from the Wilshire complex in West LA and I've been staying at my childhood home. But it isn't my home anymore. I miss Lompoc, my home for the past 5 and half years.
The first month I was in so much pain I couldn't do more lay in bed and try to distract myself from the pain. But this past month I have be reevaluating my priorities. One of which is my writing. So today is the first day of my commitment to write this now to be daily blog.
Day 1
Missing the cool of Lompoc. It is hot here in the San Fernando Valley. Missing the Historical Society I have been a part of for more than 4 years. I'm missing TAP-TV and the Dr. Draw show I participate in twice a month. I'm missing my comrades at the weekly Toastmasters meetings. I miss the fellowship of the congregation at my church on Prune Street. I miss having a coke at Southside Coffee. (it doesn't taste the same anywhere else) I miss the cool of Lompoc and I don't just mean the temperature on a thermometer.
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