It is so odd how one day I can just feel like pure shit and the next, not so bad. Not so bad at all.
I was wondering the other day if there had ever been a time in my life when I would wake up in the morning and not even consider how I felt physically. Emotionally is a completely different story and I've always had to deal with that but physically? To simply get out of bed and walk to the bathroom and not give one thought to muscles or joints- was there truly ever a time?
I suppose there was and feel quite certain there never will be again.
But today is not so bad and I got new walking shoes yesterday and gave them a spin (so to say) today and they are lovely on the feet, like being encased in marshmallows.
Yesterday was filled with shopping and Jessie and August went with me. August especially enjoyed the shoe store which was empty of customers except for us so he had the entire carpeted place to himself with plenty of those feet-measuring devices to figure out and footstools to pull up on and mirrors set at just his height and even shoes in boxes to take out and explore. He walked some and crawled some and climbed some and was as joyous as a child at Disney World.
I bought new sheets yesterday too and they are hanging on the line and we all know how much my sheets mean to me. I have great hopes for these. We shall see.
Today I'm going to go meet up with Lily and we're going to go pick up Owen early from school and take him to get his stitches out. He's greatly concerned about this and it will be good to have it behind him. When he spent the night and we took off his bandage to clean the wound, I was delighted to see that it looked completely pristine. No redness, no swelling whatsoever. But I tell you what- that child came within millimeters of doing true damage to that finger. It IS scary looking, those little knots of black holding it all together and I don't blame him for being worried about having them removed.
Life is scary enough without the worry of a finger falling off, of the pain of having such foreign material removed from one's body.
And so it goes. I need to get into the shower and move on to the next part of my day.
I am, today, grateful for all of it. For the busy-ness and for being needed or at least appreciated. For the ability to get up at all and to take a walk, no matter how the muscles and joints feel when I get up. Or how they feel when I am done.
I am grateful for Ibuprofen.
And for washing machines of the laundry and the dish sort, for the orange cat who sometimes deigns to sleep with me, for the prospect of new sheets, the hand in mine of a grandchild, the water which comes out of the tap both hot and cold, the love of a good man who did not get the best deal when he married me but who has stuck with me through it all.
Be well, y'all. Or as well as you can be. I hope it's a good day for you too. And if it's not, here I am to remind you that a good day will come again, all the sweeter for its delay.