End of the Week...

It's hard to describe the end of this week.

A full last few days.

I am going out to PT to regain strength and 

full use of my foot/ankle.  

It's going well so far.

Today, late afternoon, I was finally able to 

de-clutter and change the tablecloth that was up for months, 

the lace one that I use normally only for the 40 days of Pascha.

The one that is on now, for the first time,

was one that was in Patrick's house and I love it; it was

one that was not chosen by others at church and it goes

perfectly with the beautiful table runner that my quilting-friend

 made for my 40th birthday.

It's a pretty runner, hey? :)

***

I had a real bummer realization today.

Because I will have the boot for the rest of this month, until early September,

after labour day weekend,

and I am not to walk without it, 

there's no way for me, practically speaking, to go swimming in 

our local pool at all this summer.

The pool only being open Memorial Day through Labour Day.

Now that made me feel like I really missed

 out on pretty much the whole summer.

The one thing I love the most about summer here, poof, gone.

***

Well. Nothing to do about it but move on, right?

***

So I hope to be getting a shoe lift as the air cast is a good 1 inch

higher than my shoe.  

It makes for really bad walking and I can tell will be even worse

for my over all body alignment, so can't wait to get what I hope 

will solve this problem.

One person suggested I just wear a 'platform' shoe on the other

side, but um, one I can't wear heels at any time and

that would me more likely to cause me to fall, again.

***

Great news is that PT is in part going to help me

avoid falling. So that's good.

***

I was telling something to Mr Husband about a concern I 

have and all of a sudden he got this look on his face,

I was not sure if it was sad or happy, I was having a hard 

time reading his expression,

and then I realized it was a

mixture of happy/surprise because my 

concern, he realized, was because I care about him

and love him; not that he does not know that I love him

but somehow my articulation touched him.

That was pretty much the best moment of today.

***

I am super glad that I finally got the coffee table,

dining room table and kitchen counters cleared today.

The mess was depressing me to say the least and I was so 

glad to get the table washed and new table cloth on.

***

Next, since I put away the Pascha cards that were still on our 

buffet, and a bunch of egg cups, tomorrow or soon, anyway,

I hope to put away the Pascha icons that I could not 

do anything about when Pentecost came, as I was 

still pretty much on bed rest as I was 'non-weight bearing' then.

I am so glad to be past that now. 

***

I am starting to have moments where I am standing up

and not aware that I am standing, as in it does not 

immediately send shock and pain waves up or even

abrupt discomfort. 

***

I still have a way to go; so different than my first break,

where I had no PT.  

I am so glad I do, as I can see how stiff my foot and ankle are,

and how glad I am to have this care.

***

While I am really glad that I was able to do that blitz cleaning,

my foot was quite sore afterwards/by the end.

Thankfully I understand that it is the muscles that hurt 

and the actual break rarely hurts itself.

***

So Cleo is at least 14 years old now, going on 15.

She's an old lady. 

She is more picky, sleeps more, does not always hear things like she 

used to; but yet in ways she is more able to adapt to things,

like when she is on my chair back, and I am sitting there,

and need to move forward, she actually has learned how

to grip the chair top in a way that she does not fall off!

Whenever I have tea with milk she knows that it is the milk

carton that came out or if there is milk in the creamer.

She's so funny. 

I wish she could live forever, but I know that is not the case.

I am going to miss her like crazy when she goes;

she gives me so much joy, just being there.

I just hope she does not have a decline that includes lots of 

worsening in behaviour.

I feel more aware of the time flying by and that one day

my delightful Cleo Cat won't be by my side anymore.

Meanwhile, I try to enjoy every minute of having her....

***

And so ends another week...