well. it's Friday again...!

 This fine Friday, I went to the pool...I enjoy it so much!  You wouldn't know that if you were privy to my first morning thoughts upon realizing it's a Pool Morning, ugh...don't want to get ready and go out the door!  But I've learned not to listen to myself!

Then again, I am learning to listen to myself, to my body.  For so many years I've pressed on, pushed through, it's a real wake up that I have to actually sit down when my leg begs me to.   After the pool today, I went to Target with Kathryn.  It was a nice drive there, her kids are chatty and funny and I brought them some chocolate chip cookies.  I had two year old Jamie in my cart, and 3 year old Rhys holding on, and off we went.  Rhys was so good when I got coffee, I wanted to make it fun for her, so we went up and down the toy aisles.  Jamie knows how to talk now, just turned two last month, and he can say want it!  He also knows all his numbers and letters.  I knew about the letters, but when we were in the Easter clearance aisle and he saw the "30-70% off" sign, and he said Three.  Oh.  Seven.  , and was pointing at the sign, whoa, Jamie!  Yes!  So I was pointing out words and letters and numbers and colors to him.  Rhys likes scanning things with the price checker, so she had fun as we stocked up on 70% off Easter candy...five dollar bags for a buck and a half, yes, we do need it.

We wandered towards the front of the store, I got one package of chicken and some heavy cream.  An older woman was smiling at the kids and asked Rhys her name, she was very nice and even more hobbily than me....Rhys answered, then said, "I don't even know YOUR name!", her name was Cindy, and she was so pleased that Rhys had inquired.  She is a great grandmother, and a very nice lady.  

The sad thing:  My knee hurt so badly I couldn't even do the thing where I lift it and bend it a little, oh dear, the pain was shooting up my thigh and making my whole foot and ankle throb.  It was bad.  I didn't even go up and down all the aisles.  By the time we got to the car and I was climbing in, oh my dear goodness, it was hard...the knee did not want to bend.  I had to bend it, so I did, but it hurt so badly.  It was miles before the pain ebbed away, leaving just a doable ache.  

I'm not complaining (or am I?  hmmmm.). I don't mean to.  I know that everyone gets their trials and this is mine.  I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.  God weighs and measures our days, and has so much to teach us in our situations.  

Not too long ago I was second guessing having the knee operation, I prayed about it, that God would give me a sign that it was the right thing to do, and I guess I've gotten that!  :). It's making me very thankful that it's looming, a little bit of YAY, it'll be getting better, mixed with the dread.  

Tomorrow morning as the sun is rising, I'll be making a coffee and going out the door with some of my daughters, to Delaware!  Abigail is getting married next month, so we're going to her bridal shower.  We'll stay overnight then come home Sunday evening.  

The next weekend, I'll be going to an overnight gathering with some of my dearest friends to a house right on the water, on one of the Finger Lakes.  

Camille came home from Norway with a bad cold/flu thing, with a fever.  Paul had it, was much better today but he had a rough few days.  I really hope I don't get it, as I want to go to Delaware!  :)

Ah well.  Kathryn came over today after Target, and I made us a nice dinner of soup and rice.  I was holding little baby Ellis, with Achilles sitting on the arm of my chair, talking and talking to that baby...then, he cracked the BIGGEST smile, lit up his whole face!  Achilles jumped down to go tell his mom, who was helping Rhys in the bathroom...he was SO excited.  Kathryn told me he smiled at her a few days ago, but Achilles thinks he saw the first one, and that's so much fun.  

Only read this next part if you understand that animals are animals.  The other night, there was a considerable amount of squeaking and squealing going on outside.  I opened the deck door, and Orange Guy had a dead bunny rabbit.  I closed the door again.  I texted Miss Char, who was on her way home, to watch out for it and not to step on it.  (She picked it up by the little hind legs and threw it off the deck towards the woods, but what was she supposed to do with it?).  Anyways, a little while later there was more squealing, this time the bunny Orange Guy had was still alive, and so cute.  We dragged his little butt into the house, and Miss Char begged to keep the baby...nope.  It belongs in the wild, we have no cage, the cat would stalk it, nope.  She carried it out to the woods and let it go, and we kept that meowing hunter cat in the house for several hours to give bunny a head start.  

I like to think he made it back to his mama, and will live happily ever after.  I would like to keep my Orange Guy in the house forever and ever too, but he is so insistent on going out...he does NOT stop meowing.   He usually gets mice, but bunnies, NO!

All right...time for bed, morning comes early, I hope I packed enough for tomorrow...have a good night!