Just Taking Care of Things

I have been crossing things off my "To-Do" list.  The small black Halloween kitty was put away with the other Halloween decorations inside and out.  And I got the Turkey out.  The pumpkins stay put until the day after Thanksgiving, they get eaten, or they start to rot.  Trust me, all of those things have happened in past years.

In case anyone is wondering, I do not decorate with lovely colored dried corn. I would like to, but I got tired of going around the yard and putting it back after the squirrels carried the ears around and had snacks. They just couldn't wait until after Thanksgiving when I cleaned things up. 😊  I guess they knew I was going to give it to them anyway and leave it by the bird feeder for them.

I have put away other yard art that we have, but have not put out the Christmas things.  As you can see in this picture, leaves are falling down.  There are trees in our area with pretty leaf colors.  In our yard, they are a dried yellowish brown and falling down or they are still green.

I have also painted  the garage step, the front door step, and the board under the back door.  And I finally worked up the courage to patch the garage floor coating where a small area had worn off.  So far, so good on that!

My body clock has not adjusted to time change yet, and I've been awake around 5:00 a.m.  This morning I was at the laundromat at 7:00 a.m. when they opened to wash our king size Anniversary quilt that Pam made.  Our washer just does not handle that well, so I go wash it and bring it home to dry.  It is all done now and carefully put away until January.  The Christmas quilt and pillow covers are on the bed now.

Les and I are doing okayish.  Life is still good.  Take care of yourselves.

And God Bless America!

Twenty-Five Years and a Day Ago

Thank you, God.  I really am blessed.  

I don't have really clear memories of the accident, but I am very grateful to be here.  I am also grateful that baby Jordan was not still in the car with me.  And while I am talking about gratitude, I need to mention the talented EMTs and the helicopter pilot who rescued me when that eighteen-wheeler crushed my car and shut down the Interstate.

Over the last few years, it seems like we have had a lot of doctors' appointments.  At one of those appointments, I was sitting in the waiting room with another lady who was also waiting on her husband while tests were being done.  She started up a conversation that led to how we try to care for those we love.  And then she told some of her history.  In the course of the conversation of life events, I told her about the accident.  And right away she looked at me and said "And now, you know why God saved you then; to be here to help your husband."  I usually do not question God, and maybe that is the reason I am here, and I am trying.  I wish there was more I could do.

But for now, life goes on, I am grateful to be here.  There is hardly a day that I don't ache or hurt somewhere, and family still occasionally jokes about the flat spot on my head from the concussion and fracture.  And then we all laugh. I believe if I don't keep moving, I won't be able to, so here I am.

Life is good, appreciate it.  Take care of yourselves. 

P.S.  I was not allowed to go see the car after I got out of the hospital, but Les took this picture.  Like I said, I am blessed.

P.P.S. An on the topic of "not allowed", I am not allowed to talk about the doctor who for three months told me my broken knee was just bruised and it healed badly.  While I can not tell anyone his name, I can tell you his defense was that he was not trained to read x-rays.  And obviously he couldn't read the radiology report either.  I try not to dwell on that.  But most of those aches and hurt I mentioned are in that leg, even though my knee was replaced.