Sunday Scripture...

Jeremiah 29:11

 

More Of The Same...

 

Handsome and I have worked out a system. He insists I use a cane to walk with him out to our garden. From there, I point and he picks. This was yesterday's five pound harvest. So far, I calculate that I/we've picked approximately 35 pounds of tomatoes. These, too, will be frozen until I can safely handle the canning process in a couple months.

 

 

I managed to spend a little time in the fresh air, too. A rested on my chaise lounge with both Claudette and Crystal to keep me company. Later, Tag came out to guard over me, too. Claudette is getting her beauty rest in, as you can see in this photograph.

This was my view from my chaise. Sunshine and mostly clear skies to brighten my outlook as I heal. The gate across the stairs is to keep Tag from wandering outside our yard, as he usually tries to do. I certainly prefer that no one has to chase him down right now, so instead we use the gate.

Thank you for all your kind notes yesterday. They, too, brighten my day, and are appreciated beyond measure. I'll be back tomorrow to say "hi" and check in. I'm looking forward to a wonderful September. What do you have planned this month? As I'm laid up, I'd love to live vicariously through you, and hear what you're up to.

Healing...

 

I'm not sure there's ever a good time for a surgery, but right now I'm looking at a garden, filled with ripening tomatoes and squash blossoms and I have to wonder what I was thinking? My blog has been on auto-pilot for the past few days, so that's why you haven't had responses to your comments since Monday.

Handsome and I left home on Tuesday morning at 5 am for a 6:45 check-in time at the hospital in Green Bay, and I had Surgery #8 related to what Handsome refers to as The Troubles. My doctor said everything went perfectly, and now we wait to see how I heal. You see, he recently called me "an enigma" because any one of Surgeries #3-7 (not all performed by him) should have worked and didn't. I did everything I was told to do by the professionals, yet my body said, "Wait a sec. I have a different idea." I'm praying that this time will be the last time, and that my body will heal as it should, and The Troubles will be over.

 

We're both grateful to my little sister, Jan, who came down on Monday to spend the night and next day tending dogs and cats so we needn't worry about how long they were kenneled, or if they'd get fed. She took care of all that for us, and really eased our minds. Thanks, JJ. xoxo

It's been a long three years since this began and I'm ready to move on from it. Right now, I'm sore with a long incision across my "bikini line" (something I haven't actually worn in decades) and a line of stitches and staples to hold things in place until they can be removed in a couple weeks. I have a five pound lifting restriction for the next twelve weeks, and I'm going to follow that to the letter. Handsome is currently bagging tomatoes for the freezer, and I'll get to them when I get to them. It looks like I'll have to cancel my booth for the September show, and possibly the one in November as well. I'm really bummed about that development.

For now, I'm sore whether I stand, sit or am prone. Coughing can send me into fits of pain, and I spend a lot of time being coddled. I don't mind that, but you must know by now that it's not my usual modus operandi.

I promise to share the facts of how I got to this point at a later date, but for now, I'm going to beg your indulgence and head back to bed. I've been reading your comments, but it's impossible to respond from my phone, so I'll sit at my computer tomorrow and answer as many as I can from this week. I have read them all, so I apologize for leaving you hanging. I love and miss you and will be back soon.