Two Knuckles and A Wrist Line.

 Two Knuckles and a Wrist Line.

 

Have a feeling this is going to take a bit of time and some proofreading before it will be ready to post. So far, Judie Brunson and Carla Beard have kindly posted on Common Sense and Happiness for a couple of days until the swelling goes down in this left hand and wrist. Silly ol’ woman managed to just get a bad sprain and not a break—Praise God! Could have been worse.

 

Have some interesting colors to greet the season—purple, blue, red, and icky green. And my friends said that the old woman wobbles when she walks. Deep sigh. Just happy to see another morning and be able to let the hens out to graze on the frost-bitten grass out there. They ran out of cabbage, but Roger and Susan gave them two big pumpkins today. They took me to the walk-in hospital out on Barnett Road to get this thing x-rayed. Wednesday will drive myself after not taking any pain pills and fasting until 2 p.m. Have no idea why it is necessary to fast for a CT scan, but that was the orders. Already sent them the $250 charge for my part of the costs. Wow! Glad to have not had any trips to the hospital this year, but also have not met the deductible. It works out anyway. Such is life.

 

Boy! This is definitely not my usual typing speed. Could be worse, and so far, have been able to correct goofs as it goes on the page. Love MS Word.

 

Shona is trying to find an assisted living arrangement for her mom. She definitely does not need a nursing home, but she wants to be around other folks around her age—about 80. She is a real sweet lady! Tried to remember that area aging thing that was out there in the Plaza place. Called and the young woman immediately switched me over to some lady’s voice mail. Nuts! Left a message, but not much telling if she will call back.

 

Getting tired of trying to type. It hurts, believe it or not! Will try tomorrow.

 

Met the mailman to ask about water bill. Ended up calling water department and sending payment by bank. Postal department sends out pictures of mail, but bill never came.

 

Knuckles are missing again, so it’s back to ice. Such fun. Someone needs to invent an ice glove for wrists and fingers. That or a recording of my daughter’s voice saying: ice, Mom, ice!

 

United delivered some groceries. The old woman must have been hungry! But big pot of soup with all kinds of stuff in it cooking on the stove. May have to invite neighbors over to help use it up.

 

Prayers appreciated for Shona’s grands. AJ has pneumonia and the other one has fluid on ears—poor baby. Shona is trying very hard to find affordable assisted living for her mom. She really wants a tiny house. Here’s hoping that happens.

 

Meanwhile, thank you for your patience as my keyboard discovers what it feels like to be poked by one finger or two. May God bless all of you. Hoping that you enjoy Carla’s, Judie’s, and Robin’s stories.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

 

Four knuckles and a wrist showing! Yay! Still sore as a poisoned pup, but still much better. Have had a shower with hair washed and clean clothes instead of pjs. The dogs have taken over my bed. Sigh. Shona would be horrified! She thinks she itches when she comes to my house. No insult taken, but the dogs live here. Max and Laisha came for soup and took the pot home with them—not much left. Turned out very tasty with lots of fresh mushrooms, ground beef, spicy diced tomatoes, carrots, cabbage, and more spice. Max thought it needed potatoes. Told him to count his carbs!

 

Thanks again to Carla and Judie. Will see if Robin wants to add to the joy this week. Blessings of peace to one and all.