Greetings Fellow Earthlings!

I think it only fair to tell you what frame of mind I’m in. This is so you can judge the rest of the post in the proper context.

I started out this morning with a phone call from a dear friend. She was asking me about possible dates to get together. Since I was upstairs and the calendar, paper. of course, was downstairs, and since I always take my phone with me when I change floors, and since stairs, although not uncomfortable, are still not entirely comfortable yet, I was searching madly for the phone that I just had.  Some of you are already seeing the problem.

I looked and looked and looked, but couldn’t find the blighter( sorry, watching too many shows from the British Empire lately). Resigned to the fact that I put it somewhere and would have to come back for it later, I continued down the stairs, all the while talking to my friend on the phone.

We talked for a bit longer, decided on some dates, and then we hung up. and it was only then that it occurred to me what I had been  doing.

I WAS MADLY SEARCHING FOR MY PHONE . . . WHILE ON MY PHONE.

Well, I called her right back and provided  her chuckle of the day.

And that brings me to you. I think it only fair to warn you that THIS EXAMPLE is what my brain is doing nowadays.

So, read the rest of the blog with that in mind.

***************Peace***********

Just when I think that the world is going to heck in a handbasket, my cats made me think otherwise.Here they are, coexisting calmly, even touching paws without snarkiness.

This is what I saw when I woke up from my nap and it cheered me greatly. If my cats can coexist peacefully, the rest of us can.

There is hope for us.

**************I Graduated!!!!*********

Yes! I have successfully completed Physical Therapy for my knee.  WOO HOO! No more walking squats down to greet the skeleton. No more full body leaning on my leg by the PT to get the bending angle bigger. No more working at the barre with the band around my ankles, threatening to trip me up.

Yes, I still have exercises to do, but they are a fraction of what I used to do. And, yes, I still have the band around my ankles, but at least I’m not at the barre, able to see myself in the mirror when I fall over like the person on the trike in “Laugh In.”  (Remember that?)

And, the things I can do now!

I can: close the recliner foot rest, carry liquids up the stairs without spilling, get into the car easier. (getting out is still somewhat painful because I have probably been doing errands and am  tired). I can do stairs without pain, although not without sound; no need to worry that I can sneak up on any of you on the stairs. I can walk at my old speed which is refreshing. I can stand and put on my makeup easily. I can drive to Maple Grove without getting tired. I can eat a Toblerone bar in one sitting. Oh, wait. I could do that before surgery.

So, you get the idea.  I am healing just fine. The Physical Therapists gave me all sorts of gold stars for the angles I was able to achieve: 140 and -3( three degrees below straight). They said to keep on keeping on. Building muscle, walking, doing the stairs, staying active.

All the exercises done while watching the Australian,  Canadian,  and now British mysteries have paid off. I have watched the Miss Fisher series twice and am now trying to replicate one of her famous cloche hats. I am nearly done with the eighth season of Murdock Mysteries and am now on to Midsomer Murders with C.I. John Barnaby(32 episodes and counting) who is retired C.I Tom Barnaby’s (81 episodes)younger cousin. Each episode is 100 minutes.

And, I am bound and determined to lose some more weight so that I have a waist like those of the turn of the century Murdock shows. Yes, yes, yes, I realize they wore corsets. One of the shows dealt with a corset that killed—-talk about a cautionary tale!

But, if I have another Toblerone day like I had today when I just Hoovered that puppy right up, the sugarholic in me will take control. And I can’t have that, especially at the beginning of the holiday season. Haven’t gained, but don’t want to either.

I’ll leave you with this thought. Dealing with my brain and my clutziness is a constant source of amusement for me. Remember the dryer with the paint brush in it? Remember the forgetting of the house keys when the hubster was in SD?

Well, here’s another one:  earlier in my surgery recovery when it was especially painful and slow to get to the bathroom at night, I would often wear a pad just in case that my knee couldn’t out run my bladder. If you are a certain age, I’m sure you understand,

Anyway, somehow, when up in the middle of the night, taking care of business, I changed the pad and somehow got the adhesive side up as I was putting myself back together.

I’ll just let you think about that for a bit.

Let’s just say this. I was way more awake after that than I wanted to be.

Okay, that’s it for now.  Time for a walk, dinner, the Flexi and exercises. Meant to get some sewing done today but took a nap instead. And I’m okay with that.

Have a Willie Nelson singing “Blue Skies” Wednesday!

Love,

Janet