Which Angle Are You Looking Through Your Lens of Life?

I am still in North Carolina staying with Karen (one of my very first patients over 4 decades ago) and her daughter (my beloved god daughter). See us above. So grateful for this kid energy in my life.

We are having a blast staying up late at night, munching on homemade crackers and grapes, and discussing/exploring what “it’s” all about.

I was downstairs searching the kitchen drawer for a bottle opener.

Could not find it.

Karen was explaining to me where it was. Still didn’t see it.

She tried again and I still couldn’t find it.

Karen nudged me, “Move over.”