Do You Remember?

The 21st night of September? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs069dndIY 

September was HOT—temperatures in the 90s and humid, thanks to Kay, a hurricane that traveled up the Baja coast of Mexico before it weakened and turned west. We didn’t get a lot of rain or wind, just clouds and oppressive humidity. And thunder, far in the distance, which rattled the windows. Thunder is rare in these parts. I am where the red dot is. 

Then the weather system broke and we have been rewarded with glorious, perfect weather since. I am eager to get back to golf, but I’m not there yet. 

Around here, we had railings installed on our front steps. It’s not that we need them, not yet anyway, but when we have guests for dinner, it’s dark when they leave and they may have had a glass of wine or two. I would hate for someone to fall. Falling could be very bad. We have a wonderful young handyman, he’s very popular and very hard to get. We arranged this job in February. (Railings from Amazon.)

Health-wise, I am still improving. I think the antibiotics knocked me back more than the surgery, which was five weeks ago. I walked 2x around my street yesterday (0.9 miles) and I was exhausted. Physical activity really wears me out, but I need to do it. I am moving through space more easily now without as much trepidation—I can see the whole picture and just go. If you can do that be thankful; going from point A to point B on autopilot and without fear of falling is something we take for granted. As my older sister told me, falling is a life-changing experience. I can see that now. 

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Here’s what I’m reading. It was a freebie from Prime so I didn’t expect much, but I’ve been enjoying it. It’s about pioneers in the 1850s—some Mormon scenarios, some not (but I’m only halfway through). I enjoy reading about this period in our nation’s history. My grandmother, who lived with us, was born in 1880 to pioneers in Nebraska following the Homestead Act (1862). She regaled me with many colorful stories about everyday life on the prairie.

Now for something completely different, I am growing out my gray—I mean silver. One more haircut should do it. I really like it—I hated the banana yellow blonde. 

I am trying to find the time to finish this little piece. Jim has been ailing, so it is my turn to play nurse. Paybacks—right? My quilting skills are obviously rusty. I like working on these small pieces but they require good fine-motor skills, so I have some work to do on that. I quilted some swirly stuff near the stem but I don’t like it. 

On a sad note, my sister “Mike” passed. She had a heart attack around Valentine’s Day and was given two weeks to live. She lived seven months! And they weren’t good months, either. She was more than ready to go.