Canine Easter — or, he’s not a spring chicken.

DSCN2152 Happy Easter old pup

Our old pup looks so young here!

DSCN2149 Moses 4x6 WEBSIZED

He’s old but still enjoying life.

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The mind of a teenage boy

Below is the resident teenager’s Christmas wish list from 2015. In the heading, he noted that it was “mostly sub twenty” — meaning less than $20 per item.

  1. A sharpening stone of some sort for pocket knives, oil requiring or no doesn’t matter.
  2. A watch with a sturdy long-lasting band (not plastic/rubber) that is water resistant to the point I could swim with it on.
  3. Fifty plus feet of para-cord.
  4. If you can find cheap waterproof or really water resistant winter gloves with a longer wrist to go under my sleeve that would be really good too.
  5. The usual cash, some sugary poison, preferably some kind of chocolate—I’ll take any, about 95% dark and under, Swedish fish, Nutella, Eggnog, or something like bit’o honey (Caramel/Cream bite size candies) No sour, fizzy, root beer flavored, ect. [sic]
  6. Beef jerky, also preferably no weird flavors, such as teriyaki or mesquite.
  7. Random items that you think I might like appreciate.
  8. And, if you really want to invest, by any means feel free to get me something really nice, a good bike, a backyard pool, some nice outdoor stuff, a horse and somewhere to keep it, a trip to some exotic place, a working lightsaber, scuba gear, a hang gliding trip, etcetera. Use your imagination, besides, look on the bright side, if you do this, the next few [years of getting me] birthday and Christmas presents might get called off for you, or I might get spoiled and demand more.

 

DSCN7126  My memory is as out-of-focus as this picture.

My memory is as fuzzy and out-of-focus as this picture of the Christmas tree.

 

You’d probably like to know what we ended up getting him for Christmas. I’m curious myself! On Christmas Day, I was one month out of surgery for my trimalleolar fracture and on some pretty strong pain medicine. I do know that we are not the proud owners of a horse and stable. 🙂

I was curious enough to look up previous orders on my Amazon account (the only way that any Christmas shopping got done). He received, in part, some new running gear. The fact I still have Amazon Prime is proof that those were some pretty strong pain meds; I forgot to turn off our free 30-day trial and ended up paying $99 for the entire year. Never mind that I was too busy to shop the special Prime Day sale on July 12th.

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What sort of  gifts have you (or your kids or someone else you know) wished for that would fit in category #8 above? 

 

The post that got away…

On Monday, December 21, I was busily writing and thinking when I was interrupted to do something or other. It possibly was related to mystery of the missing blanket, or perhaps it was because the resident teen needed to attend to his online Spanish classwork. Regardless of the reason, I was separated from my electronic appendage and this post was left unpublished.
Fast forward to the following Monday, when it was snowing (again) and yet again, my plans to blog were thwarted — this time by the opportunity to hold a sweet baby.  Nine days have passed but this entry carries the transition from constant bedrest to life beyond my four walls — and a really sweet photo of a certain grandson (taken by his mother) — so I’m posting it now.  It’s old news but still a part of the journey to healing. Plus baby picture!
So here it is, dated 21 December 2015:
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It has snowed much of today and the sky is pink tonight, with city lights bouncing off the clouds. When I was a child, a pink sky at night meant fresh snow.
The Northern Lights were visible over the weekend but I missed them; in fact, I didn’t even know about them until I saw the pictures on facebook the next day. I might live in a cave.

I had several outings over the weekend: the teenager’s band concert on Thursday evening, a Christmas party at a friend’s home (where I had to hop up the front steps, one at a time, on my “good foot”) and my first trip back to church.  By Sunday noon, I was exhausted and back on a 5-hour schedule of pain medications, with my foot elevated for swelling.
I guess you can say it has been two steps forward, one step back, but that step backward is really very frustrating.

I either hop on one foot behind a walker, which is what I do at home (safer for me than crutches, at least in my mind) or I transport with a wheelchair (how I get around away from home). The orthopaedic wheelchairs are too wide for some doorways thanks to those very helpful raised leg attachments. We got into the church yesterday but then I had to hold onto the railing and wall, and hop one-footed down a wheelchair ramp into the sanctuary because an inner doorway was too narrow. (It’s wide enough for a regular wheelchair). I am easily exhausted by such activity. With my boot off for some stretching exercises in the afternoon, I noticed that my left calve muscle is flaccid. That’s going to be a long recovery. *sigh*

Tomorrow we are getting a break in the weather, so that is when the Engineer, the Author, and Little Foot will be traveling to stay with us for a week and a half. In getting their room ready, I had H-J get out the port-a-crib to wipe it down with disinfectant and set it up.  Unfortunately, that is when we discovered that it had all of the accessories for a port-a-crib (changing station/ bassinet, canopy, etc.) but not the actual port-a-crib! This is totally my own mistake; my SIL had found/picked up these supplies for us and I mistakenly thought it included everything, despite her telling me what was really there. A quick text message let them know, and they are bringing the Moses basket this time. We do have (and by we, I mean my husband and his helpers) the changing table/ dresser set up, and the infant swing is ready if needed.  The Barefooter stripped the guest bed, washed and dried the sheets, and remade the bed for me, but it doesn’t look quite right.  So tomorrow I’ll settle into the wheelchair and roll in to “assist” his efforts in prepping the room. This will involve finding where the missing blankets have gone to and replacing them.

I am now in a “walking boot” but it will be at least 3 weeks before any weight from my foot is put on the ground. The boot is simply there to protect my foot/ankle and to attempt to keep my foot in neutral position. (it’s not there yet at all, and I’m battling plantarflexion).  I no longer panic when released from the boot for exercises — and by exercises, I mean extremely gentle stretching toward dorsiflexion plus some pitiful “alphabet” rotations — but I certainly feel much safer when my entire foot and lower leg are ensconced in the boot.

I’m hoping that holding my grandson will take my mind off of my pain. It’s certainly worth a try!

Christmas photo!, cropped for xmas letter