Feeling Good

I feel good. I worked out for 25 minuets this morning at 7 AM. I had not been to the gym since mid December. I wish I could remember that going to the gym always makes me feel better. It rained last night

A new view

I had the stitches removed from my eye lids today. The doctor was very pleased and a little surprised that I had healed so fast. The bruising was almost all gone on Sunday and I was able to attend Sacrament meeting.

Ken has put down new tile in the kitchen and bath room and painted the living room, kitchen and the bath room. Three rooms down and three to go.

It has been in the mid seventies all week but promise a little rain tonight.

Better to see you with, my dear

Yesterday at 7:00 AM I had surgery to shorten both of my eye lids. It only took about half and hour. The surgeon bandaged both eyes and several sprigs of hair. I had to cut the hair to remove the tape! With that bandage job I looked like I was ready to do a job on the neighborhood rob-n-run store.

I spent the day in bed pretending to be sick. It got me sympathy and a couple of meals. My friend Melissa Alcorn provided taxi service and a large breakfast burrito. Ken, my handy man brought stuffed zucchini for lunch and Sherion, brought a Subway tuna for dinner.

I removed the bandage this morning. I feel good and see better than I look. I look like one of those pictures on the news of an old lady that has been mugged.

The hospital sent me home with a beautiful yellow rose. Ms Kitty thought it was for her. This morning I found that she had been loving it and pulled most of the bouquet out of the vase. Is good to be back to normal.

Handy man

Ken western has finished repairing and painting the Missionaries apartment (a big job). He then installed a complete door in the back bedroom (another big job). Finally it's my turn and today he is starting on my part of the house. He is cutting out and repairing the damage done when the roof leaked over Granny Lucy's chair. Ms Kitty examines his tools and looks over the mess on the floor when he goes out to get more tools. The last trip out she got on the back of the leather chair and looked at the hole he cut in the ceiling. I could tell she wanted to get a closer look but he came back. If he leaves the ladder up and goes out again it will be an opportunity for another adventure.

It's hard to get a good handyman and he is wonderful.

Happy Landing

I bought a new three inch mattress topper. Last night was the first night to use it. About 3:00 AM I had a leg cramp and tried to jump out of bed and stand on my feet. Much to my surprise I pitched forward and landed on my hands and knees. After much effort and some grunting, I managed to get up and only my dignity was hurt.

The incident made me think of a primary song my three-year-old cousin used to sing. Her version was, “I am a child of God, and so my knees are gray.” Mine aren't even black and blue.

Drugstore or Paint Store?

A few days ago I woke up with a stiff neck. It hurt to get out of bed and it hurt to stay in bed. It was Sunday and I teach the eleven-year-olds, so I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. The shower felt good and I found some hot and cold patches to stick on my neck. That didn't help much, but it provided me with some entertainment looking for where the thing disappeared to. I later found it stuck in my robe. My neck still hurt but my robe felt fine.

I discovered there are some things you can't do with a stiff neck. I found it very difficult to back the car out of my 50 foot driveway. I had to trust my deodorant to do its job because armpit sniffing was no longer an option.

Next day I went to the gym, and while doing exercise I heard a small pop and my neck felt better. Maybe it was just rust breaking loose. I am moving again. I played ping-pong with a new Elder and he only beat me by 4 points, but I had him worried. Not so much that I would beat him at my age of 78, but that I would keel over.

I need to go now and buy some Aspercreme or RustOleum for my sore neck.

Third try for this post!

I keep loosing them! I fixed a B-day lunch for six elders and my handyman today. The washing machine broke while the Elders were using it and Ken, my handyman fixed it. I'm posting this short post before i loose it too!