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April 18, 2015


I must confess.  I’ve got his cold.  A shared cold isn’t exactly a better cold, and I am sinking while he is getting better.  He reports this will be a seven day cold.  I’ll let you know.

  • Himself:  Worked two whole days last week.
  • Herself:  Shot both stores, and had fun despite the cold.  Achooooooooo….
  • Reading:  ”The Great Railway Bazaar.”
  • Balance:  Naps are a very good thing.

  • April 16, 2015

    A Rose is a Rose

    My apologies to you all.  I hadn’t known that I was writing negatively.  I hadn’t realized that I was sharing my tiredness and feelings of age with everyone here.  I hadn’t even known that I was depressed. 

    Folks would ask me how I felt, and my response was often, “Old.”

    I’m not feeling at all old this week.  I’ve discovered the trick to climbing stairs with a little verve: lifting my right leg very high.  I’m feeling fiftyish rather than eightyish.  I’m doggedly doing my workouts in the morning pool.  I’m doing all my leg, hand, and shoulder PT in the hot tub.  Next week I might be cranky as I am beginning another series of visits with the dentist, but I won’t be feeling old.

  • Himself:  Almost has his voice back.  At work full time yesterday and today.
  • Herself:  Calling dentist today.  Eye Doc tomorrow after work.  Toes today.  It’s ok to pamper myself.
  • Reading:  Rereading “The Great Railway Bazaar” by Paul Theroux.  Politics date it, but it’s still a good read.
  • Balance:  Letting someone else do my toe nails.

  • April 14, 2015

    In Focus

    The last PT for the shoulder yesterday.  I’d given that last exercise list to G thinking it was a receipt.  Now that I’ve found it again, perhaps it needs to be laminated.  I’ll take it with me to the pool every morning. 

    Somehow this last week, I’ve been feeling more positive about myself.  I climb stairs with more verve, clean up after myself with a dash more pizzazz, laugh more often at myself, and have more fun with the day to day stuff.  Stuff be me.  Maybe it’s the sunshine.

    Perhaps in the end, when one thinks of oneself as an artist and photographer, it’s nice when one has a camera that works.

  • Himself:  Home and in bed a second day with no voice at all.  Sticking to his diet but adding leafy greens and berries.  No gym and lots of sleep.

  • Herself:  Post pictures to Facebook, pool, clean, keeping good friends like Seedys in my thoughts, laundry, no meeting, laundry, nap and blog.

  • Reading:  I rejoined the “Mystery Guild” as I have gotten tired of not seeing all the latest mysteries at Costco.

  • Balance:  Feeling that smile inside.