It's not actively snowing out right now, but it is very cold. The house is bright! I don't have PT today! I vacuumed, not the entire living space, but a good bit of it, it's easier without the walker. I have a load of clothes in the dryer, and I'm resting up, so I can go down the stairs and go on the stair stepper, ugh.
Yesterday was a snow day. In person college was cancelled for Charlotte Claire, so we had a cozy day. They still had to do their work online, but they were both here. I have to try hard to behave myself when they are cuddled with their laptops doing school, that I don't randomly chat and start topics and distract them.
Last night for dinner, I made a chicken pot pie, it was packed full of yum: small chunks of potato, celery, carrots, mixed veggies, tons of chicken, cooked up in a broth and seasoned with sage, thyme, rosemary, salt, pepper, garlic...we like to sprinkle salt, freshly ground pepper, and rosemary on the top, too, before it goes in the oven. The crust is all butter pie crust, and it's melt in your mouth good. I didn't take a picture of it, but it was SO good, half the fun is the aroma while it bakes on a cold winter's night.
This fine day, Kathryn is coming over for a visit with the kids. She hasn't been here in a few weeks because they were on vacation in Florida.
Okay, so I just did my seven minutes on the stair stepper. It's downstairs, so I obviously had to go down the stairs too, and back up, then I stopped in the laundry room to change things over and put in another load. Then to fix another coffee, and here I am, all cozy in my comfy chair again, with my feet up. I am not seeing much progress, it's almost like I'm going backwards, because my non-surgical leg is starting to protest a little...the foot hurts, the knee groans and creaks...I feel like I'm racing against it, my new knee had better start pulling more weight before the old one fails. Also, that old hip bursitis is making itself known, in random whispers...I want to shut it up before it screams, I know I need better form and less jolting on that surgical leg, more smooth steps, less Frankenstein.
Yesterday I got on the exercise bike three times, and pushed myself to do those intermittent exercises. I need to really pick up the pace and get moving, if I'm going to be flying over that ocean in five weeks.
If you want to walk, you have to walk, there is no magic involved. Weights, repetition, balance exercises, it all adds up too.
Someone on another blog was posting about pet peeves, here are a few of mine:
...when the vacuum cleaner is all clogged up. Now, as much as I hate this, I admit I actually like pulling out all the fuzz and dust and getting it cleared up. I always check before I vacuum, and it's beyond me how anyone can let it get this way without knowing.
...leaving the counter wet in the bathroom or kitchen. Wipe. It. Up. It's been more magnified for me lately, because sometimes I cheat and lean on the counter to get around, and ugh, it's wet.
...stepping too close to the dog's bowl in my socks. I cannot keep them on, no sir. Slippers help, but still, yuck.
...when I rummage through the pantry and find an empty Oreos box, empty fruit snacks box, an open jar of peanuts I didn't know were open and are now stale, three opened packages of graham crackers...
...waste. I do not like waste. Growing up in the 70's with a dad who worked for the county and a mom who worked part time at K-Mart might have something to do with it. I was raised with take what you'll eat, and eat what you take.
Anyway. Enough grumping and grumbling, there is too much to be thankful for, right? These days, every other thought I have is of my sister. She is not doing so well, and my heart is breaking. She is very private with her medical details, but she does have metastatic cancer, has had pneumonia a few times, along with some other infections, and is very weak. Our days are numbered, none are immune to that. But when it becomes more evident, and your sister can't even talk to you on the phone anymore because she's so tired, and you miss her and think of funny things to say to her every ten minutes of every single day, then well...it's hard. And this isn't even about me, I hate that she is suffering, even though she has a really good attitude.
You all have a good day, and be thankful! And here are a few pictures to cheer you up:
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