It feels funny to be updating again. I checked into the site a few days last week to update the homepage, but after doing that, had to stop and rest. Now, almost a week has gone by--and looking at the calendar on this site--almost an entire month of possibilities and memories is about to be retired to history.
All in all, it's been a good month, though a difficult one. I have logged more "down" hours than is usual due to this silly illness that plagues me, but I don't regret the time because it really wasn't lost this time. I am beginning to accept my limitations -- and a big part of that is accepting the times when I cannot function as I would like. So I adjust! :-)) I did some reading, have done a lot of praying (for me, lately) and feel like I have gained something during this period of solitude. I notice that dear net friends (Hi Margi!) still check in to see if I am OK, and that the house hasn't disappeared due to the neglect (if anything - you notice it more due to the dust), and my job is still secure because of the loving people who are my managers. So I have not lost anything this time -- I have gained. I have learned that life continues even when I don't necessary dance with it, and when I get those tap shoes back on, --- my partners are still there. I am truely blessed.
Keith is already out of the house, having gone to meet the oldest son. An attempt to, once again, teach him to drive a shift. This is after a *5 year* hiatus from the last time (very troubling and traumatic experience). Poor young man just doesn't seem to have the coordination for it. Well, I hope he does better this time, apparently he needs to be able to operate a standard shift for his job......he didn't really explain it. I wish those two men of mine success and peace right now (and say a secret prayer that our transmission, newly replaced - is strong enough to bear the strain!)
I am heading out to the department store as soon as they open today. Keith told me to get some nice pants and tops for work. Since having to wear these crazy lookin' ortho shoes was a real blow to my vanity, I guess my dear mate felt a shopping spree might help perk up the spirits. I must admit though, it is the cane that really bothers me, no matter how much I try to not let it. People *look* at you. People I work with *stare*. I hate it. I have just given up trying to explain, and now when asked by someone (usually in a horrified and sympathetic manner) "what happened!", I just say "old football injury" (with a wry smile). One of my friends at work told me it is just the initial shock, and once people get used to it, all will return to normal. Really. Really? Hmmmmmmmmmmm.
your friend "Joe" (as in Nameth?)
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