This morning I am finding it hard to find a place that doesn’t hurt. Last night I couldn’t eat the excellent dinner that Chris made us. Beef kabobs, rice, and asparagus. It looked so good. But for whatever reason my stomach started. I ended up in bed with a little bucket next to me. It pretty much lasted all night. My body was rebelling everything. Even water made me nauseous.
I do feel better this morning. I even got up extra early (I went to bed extra early). I am hoping to get some writing done as well as some yoga. It feels like a good time to bring that back into my life. Stella is on the love seat behind me dreaming of chasing something. Chipmunks and birds seem to be a focus lately. A bird flew in the house yesterday (flew right back out fortunately) and this morning as I was standing on the back porch a chipmunk ran right up next to me and sat. We have a lot of animals here, but the direct contact doesn’t happen often. It’s more observation.
For whatever reason I have been thinking of one of my best friends through school lately. (Those of you who are my long-time readers might remember a few years ago when I found out that she had commit suicide.) While I was lying in bed debating on actually getting up or not, I started remembering things we did together. We were very close. I still have several of the gifts she got me over the years. One of them is a small Paddington Bear. I had always been a Pooh Bear girl, and this was my first exposure to Paddington. (I never really loved orange marmalade until I was an adult though.) Anyway, I pulled Paddington off my desk in our bedroom as I came out here this morning. He is stanning to right of my laptop as I type this.
I don’t know what my plans today are. As much as I want to garden, I don’t know if my wrist is up for it (I sprained it Saturday at work). I have seeds that need to get in the ground. But before that can happen, I have to clean out the raised beds. My wrist is really starting to hurt with this small effort. I don’t think holding and shaking machine or pulling weeds will help. Using a pen probably won’t help either but it will be easier on the rest of my body.
The sun was out and shining when we got up but now it has become overcast. I might put my swing up again (a sure sign that it will rain). I am trying to get myself to write in other places of the house and yard. I have the table in the breakfast nook, a desk in our bedroom, a desk in my office, my little chair and bistro set on the back porch (apparently expensive since my hands tried to type “porsche”), my swing, the ground (I pull out my Minion quilt and we sit on it) and my big blue Adirondack chair. So far nothing out of the normal, that being here on the floor at the table, on the love seat or in bed. Today might be a good day to start that as well.
I see that this is becoming extra-long so I will stop here. A big thank you to everyone who has reached out to me. I really appreciate the support. As always thanks for reading and stay safe!