Did anyone else grow up hearing stories? My father liked to tell us stories around the campfire. He also liked to tell us about the stars and galaxies. He ignored us most of the time, but he was usually in a good mood when we were camping, which is maybe why I love it so much. (Except for when he was backing the camper in...ugh)
Anyway. This fine morning, the sun was shining out of a clear blue sky! What a mean trick, it was only 12F (-11.11c)! I hadn't grabbed a mitten for navigating down the deck stairs! I have to hold on for dear life, of course. Brrr. To the pool I went, and as I waded down the ramp, the water was nice, a bit warmer than it's been.
A few people I hadn't seen in a while were there today, one had a few surgeries and was out, another was on vacation. It's nice to be back in the water, and seeing everyone again. Getting out of the water and walking back up the ramp is part of the price I pay to be able to move so nicely in that water.
Home...ahh, home. I made a hot cup of coffee, put my sweater on, covered up with a blanket, then got a text from Sonja...and yes, I would like to go bye-bye. Camille and I were out the door in no time, she was driving! We went to Sonja's house, and got in her car. Aldi, which was waaaay better this time, but still very slow and hobbly. I got more brownie mix, a cauliflower crust pizza, some cherry lime seltzer, and a present for Jamie's birthday.
We decided to go to Marshall's, which was challenging...by the time I got out to the car, I was holding Camille's arm, and my knee was not happy. But, it was fine once I got in the car, and I was able to go up the deck steps at home just fine.
So...home again, with an iced Americano from Starbucks, I sat here in my comfy chair for a bit, then decided to vacuum. I ended up doing the whole kitchen/living room/hallway without using my cane. I was pretty happy about it, then boom, the knee sort of gave way, but...I did not fall. But I took a rest anyway.
My legs are sore right now, all those weeks of not much activity, now getting back into things is not easy on them. But I am SO thankful! I am not where I want to be yet, but I'm thankful. One lady in the locker room today said she felt sorry for me. for ME?! Oh honey, I'm doing great! Don't feel sorry for me!
I have not started packing yet, although I do have a Target bag with some stuff in it, and some other stuff on a chair...and a list.
So, I hate war. Men love it, women hate it. Having had two boys in the Army, of course I can't even imagine the anguish...and I hate that this whole new military action will have consequences. But. Bless Israel, and you will be blessed. And: Iran has dealt SO unjustly with it's own people, killing protesters, ect. Those in power were merciless. They hate America, and cannot have nuclear weapons. I think this had to be done. I think it might make the world a better place. Like him or hate him, he is a good foreign policy president.
One thing I've learned through the last few years is that we can agree to disagree, and I don't hate anyone. There is so much division and finger pointing, name calling, like...are you still in kindergarten? Each of us will stand before God, and our deeds will be judged. If we judge others, we will be judged by the same measure, so we should fear to do that!
Anyway, you guys have a good evening, and I didn't mean YOU are still in kindergarten! I meant when the politicians get into it...ugh.


