2014 has been a year

September 1 and the first entry for the year. I’ll make it quick as there is so much more to come.

Right now, I am sitting in Heritage Hall nursing home due to injuring myself (at a restaurant, while walking in) on August 4th. I am supposed to be getting much physical therapy. If much means 45 minutes in five days, which is what I was getting in ONE day at the hospital.

I have an avulsion fracture of my heel and a rupture Achilles’ tendon with the subsequent surgery. Healing from that is a pain, but I’m making it. It is everything around it that is difficult.

I am completely non-weight bearing. I live in a cottage. One that is not accessible. Therefore, I cannot go home until I can get around on my walker and hopping on the non-injured leg.

 

The injured one is my good leg. You know the one without lymphedema? The one that has all the strength? Yeah, that one.

For now, I leave you with today’s Facebook post (facebook eats all my posts that should go here, but I promise to get better about that!)

know I am whining about myself a lot. This is hard, this sucks, if I don’t get it out by writing it, I will lose it.

One thing I keep thinking about it we warehouse our elderly sick folks like this. I can complain. I have a husband who can bring me food that is edible. (I never did figure out what that one thing was on the plate last night.)

These folks can’t. The lack of good, decent food maybe a good reason some of them are doing so poorly. I have yet to see a fresh vegetable, a salad, any protein that resembles its original form, or a decent meal here.

Just one example, yesterday’s lunch was a meat patty (unknown origin, probably beef, texture of soggy piece of bread,) mashed potatoes (not fresh) and canned, then overcooked, again, green beans with some sort of gelatinous tinny tasting “gravy.”

I cannot figure out what the pinkish/purple drink they keep giving us is, but it is just sour and awful.

Today’s lunch was ham (overcooked until it was screaming for moisture,) pinto beans (won’t judge as I hate beans, the texture makes me gag,) and what may have been cabbage in past life prior to being cooked for way too many hours, and jello with one piece of fruit in it.

I gnawed down the ham and left the rest. I put a big dent in my trail mix and beef jerky the last couple days. I would beat someone for a bowl full of chopped romaine, onions, broccoli, and dressing.

Enough for now.



There is beauty even in winter

birdhouse in a tree with no leaves

Birdhouse in a tree

tree branches that are eerily beautiful

Tree branches in winter

Moss on a branch

Moss on a branch in winter

Winter and that effect I love

A beautiful branch

Beautiful winter scene

Beautiful winter scene

Winter branches

Beautiful trees in winter

Winter bah humbug

Beautiful winter tree branches



Scenes from a Saturday with Charlie

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Charlie rides Frank at Winterfest in Colonial Beach, Virginia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Charlie and the other pony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kisses from a sweet boy

 

 

 

Sweet kisses from a sweet boy.

 

 

 

 

 

Boy and a beautiful pony in a santa hatCharlie pets the pony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A man in a penguin suit in a Christmas parade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Santa arrives in a sleigh to Colonial Beach, VA

Santa arrives to WinterFest at Colonial Beach, Virginia.

 



Throwback Thursday

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Cheating today, because well, have a meeting tonight.

I’m the tallest one (ha, that lasted until I was 12.) I was eight, Mary was five, Katie was three. We belonged to the Westmoreland Legionnares Majorette and Drum Corps.

Happy Thursday



Hohoho and mistletoe and presents to pretty girls.

I watched “A Charlie Brown Christmas” tonight. Most years I watch it, in fact there are very few years I have missed it, if any.

When, I was younger it was a reaffirmation of my faith at the end. When Linus tells the Christmas story, it cheered me.

Now, at 38 and without the faith I grew up with, it is just a cartoon. Christmas is a family day, but the faith is gone.

At times I miss having a connection like that. The lack of faith is hard when you believed so deeply for so long.

I could go into a long discussion on what lead me to this, but, really it is easier to just list a few things: cancer, children dying of cancer, a friend’s suicide at 34, the pain and suffering around me, the hatred that has developed in my country in the past few years.

How can there be something more out there, some all-knowing being, when there is so much pain and hatred in the world?

I know though you can’t force the faith to come back, no matter how much you wish it would.

Sidenote: If anything would bring me back, it might be the new Pope. He is doing some pretty great things with the Catholic Church. Yes, I was raised Catholic. That’s another story for another day.