Howling gales and torrential rain. Yes. And just when I thought I might start a little jogging. Hahahahahahahahahaha. And no, the foot is not fixed. I can move fine if I walk on the side of it. Just walking normally is somewhat of a challenge. And I can run. Heaven knows what I look like, but I can muster speed when I need to. I could, of course, be deforming my spine as I speak. Not to mention the knees hips etc. Stupid foot.
I happened to glance at my image in the mirror as I was passing it. Oh boy. Who IS that woman????? What happened to the waistline??? And as I happened to be wearing my reading glasses, it expanded to even more epic proportions. Hence the decision to enhance my physical exertion levels. I do try to avoid mirrors. I have good reason. They are nasty things which should be banned. The clothes still fit, but so help me, everything under them seems to be re-distributing itself into places it has no business being. If I spent my life standing up straight, holding my breath, I would be fine. But when I sit down........ Groan. You would think that when one reached my lofty age there would be some latitude for enjoyment of stuff. Like food. Nooooooooo. Life is absolutely NOT fair.
After last Saturday night's conversation with Louise about needing to get a life which differed slightly from falling asleep watching TV, 5 of us met at Jean's home last night. At 7pm, because, you know, we need to get home and get to bed early. Of course. We are the Jewels. Jackie, Jean, Jane, Linds and Louise. Get it? The Js and the Ls. And we had Conversation. With real live people. Adult people. Not about children or work. We sat in front of the fire and laughed and chatted and planned and nibbled our way through exotic crisps, and it was great. There is life!!!
And then we all went home. And I fell asleep watching CSI New York. Again. But I did wake up for the ending, which is a remarkable improvement on last week. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
I also spent the afternoon sewing as I listened to the rugby. It has been so long since I made anything, and those special projects I had intended for my children for Christmas are still in their infancy. But yesterday, I made huge progress. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to feel the fabric under my hands again, as I move it through the machine. And to see what I have in my mind becoming reality before my eyes. So many projects I have there....in my mind. And yesterday was a good day to work on the projects. The kids all sort of know what I am doing, so I can at least tell you that I saved all Geoff's shirts, some cotton and some flannel, and I have chopped them up and am making memory quilts for my children. Each different. Each special. You will get to see them once they are finished. Probably by next Christmas at this rate. For me, the best part comes when I hand quilt them. It takes forever, but that is when I sew in the stitches with love and memories and it is what makes them so special for me to make. I am a long way from that stage at the moment, but the tops are nearly ready for assembly.
I am off to church now. Palm Sunday is here. As Max Lucado says, the entire message of the Bible is encased in the words of John 3:16. And today is the 16th March. 3:16.
"For God loved the world so much that He gave His one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life."
That says it all.