Hello Folks!

It is with a giddy sense of freedom that I write to you today.  I am in between  bandages and my right hand is NAKED!!!  As the Lord intended!  In its birthday suit!

WOOHOO!

As you can imagine it is much easier to type without the bandages. The bulk is gone and my hands are fairly skimming across the keyboard.

Well, not really. My hands never really skimmed across the keyboard, despite taking typing in summer school. But they are going faster than they do when wrapped!

And yet the freedom is short lived because I noticed that the bubble of lymph that I have been working on reducing is even larger today.  My right hand appears to have five knuckles; the poofy one being the biggest. Darn it all.

Good thing I decided to return to the therapist to have them work on it. All my wrapping, exercising and massages for the last two months is not doing the job. Double darn it all.

And yet, I met a woman this morning who contracted polio when she was one. She only had it in her right hand and arm up to her elbow. “Wasn’t I lucky,” she commented. Remembering how scary  polio was when we were little, remembering the pictures of the kids confined in the iron lungs to help them breathe, remembering FDR’s leg braces, I thought yes she was.

She raised 13 children with that polio in her arm and a number of grandchildren, too. Amazing woman. I bet if I had told her that, she would have pushed it off, saying she just did what she had to do. Put one step in front of the other. Did what had to be done.

Everyday hero.

Which reminds me: most of what I write about is fluff.

Fluff fluffety fluff fluff.

And I am okay with that, because the birds in the forest do not sing just one song.

Speaking of fluff, I need to share some wins! While waiting for the doc this am, I won a solitaire game!!! And, yesterday I finally finished the dreaded buttonholes!!!

I tell you, folks, you gotta celebrate the small things!

A rather large thing that I will be celebrating later this summer with the rest of my pals is my 45th high school reunion. Yep.  1970 rocked!

And what’s really fun is that members of the committee are posting pics from the yearbook and other memories on Facebook to get us revved up for it. For example, along with asking if any of us need to lose weight before the reunion, a copy of “Chicken Fat” was posted. If you have to ask what that is, you’re too young!

And here was another pic.

Yep, that’s me, presiding over a meeting of the Thespians.  I looked ticked off because one member kept on saying that we couldn’t vote on anything that night because we didn’t have a quorem.  Seriously? Who made you parlimentarian?!!  I don’t think he really cared that we didn’t have a quorem, he just wanted to throw a monkey wrench in the works. How could I tell? He grinned everytime  he called point of order.    Sigh.    Actors.

What you can’t see in the photo is the sweet gavel that I got to use.  I loved that gavel. It sounded great on the wooden podium, too.  You see we learned in speech class how to run meetings with correct Robert’s Rules of Order. So, I knew how and when to use the gavel. Even though I might be tempted, I could not use it  to tap some sense into said parlimentarian.

The reunion committee is doing a great job of bringing up memories of those years, priming the pump so to speak. It’s fun to see what they will come up with next!

Time to wrap it up —literally. I do want to post something that I ran across in Instagram the other day.Cheers to all you Warrior Women out there.

Have a wacky Wednesday!

Love,

Janet