I won't report anything else on my (bad, as it turned out) cold. It's running its course. I will survive.
Excepting last weekend at the farm, then church with music, friends and transportation...after months of coordinating and getting to a crazed amount of appointments, clinics, tests, hospitals, not driving; suddenly, my contact with humanity became like a New Mexico high plains sonar scope aimed at the Universe waiting for Contact! I've become very much the keeper of my own company. No appointments until April. (!) Relating to others happens via media (blog and such) with a break or two over at the Dunkin' Donut where the kind lady finessed me five donut holes since she hadn't seen me in awhile. As I've gotten better from the surgery other walks ensued but were necessarily curtailed this week.
When sickness takes over (or healing from surgery, as many will already know), my concentration ability gives way to chaos, mistakes, and dropped spoons. Action movies help move through the process, especially if they are on the cable channels with commercials--comedies, musicals rank right up there, too. The commercials work well since I can crochet during them and feel elevated to worthiness.
Exercise is going up and down the two flights of stairs--even when I forget something...yes, there's the mistake thing again.
Here's a good thing...the loft window with its Tillandsia and the rutabaga sitting close by there. I like being up in the loft these days. I talk to the Tillandsia now. They are good listeners. The rutabaga may not live much longer but I'm enjoying her. She's so down to earth and gets on really well with her exotic little friends. I have her on a transplant list if the week ahead warms up enough.
It was really pretty out early Wednesday morning...
Wendy sent over my buddy's picture...
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| Toby inside goat feeder. |
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