The view from the
cottage just keeps getting better. Tonight, Cyclops was running around the yard
in the dark—at least that’s what it looked like. Actually Jordan, dressed in
black as she usually is, was wearing a miner’s lamp type thing—a headband with
a flashlight in it—and stringing Christmas lights, multi-colored on the deck
railings, red around my front door. I may live in the brightest house in the
neighborhood but few will find all the lights hidden away back in my corner. Love it!
Otherwise today
was one of those days when it was hard to get going. I found myself sitting on
the edge of the bed, contemplating standing up, or sitting on the walker
thinking about moving to the office chair. Part of that is because my hip is
extremely sore today, so I know it will hurt to stand. But part of it is
general inertia. Maybe everyone’s entitled to a little inertia now and then.
Also it rained
fairly heavily about seven this morning—not an encouraging start to the day and
maybe not encouraging for my hip either. Someday when I’m feeling really loved
I may go into the latest theories on why I don’t walk and why my hip hurts so
much. My kids convinced me this weekend I had it all backward.
And maybe the
truth of it is that I am still recovering from a wonderful holiday.
Whine, whine-I’ve
also had phone troubles today—the phones in the cottage wouldn’t call in or
out, though they had power. I could dial and hear it dialing the number but
then it didn’t ring; if someone called in, it would ring but nobody was there.
I think Jordan, Christian, and Colin (via phone) have it fixed. It has to do
with the medical alarm service, but I’d
rather be out here without that than without phone service. Tells you I’m
an old fogey—I still don’t trust cell phones completely.
Okay, this old
fogey is calling it a day, looking forward to a better day tomorrow--and count my blessings. How many live adjacent to a daughter who strings Christmas lights for them? Yes, I am blessed..
