Two things: I was really hurting today when I went out to the library to print out the etickets to Gone With The Wind for tomorrow (today I guess). I went to the thrift shop next to it, but it hurt too much to walk around. So I got in the car, and knew I had to stop at the grocery store on the way home to return poppyseed muffins that were actually lemon poppyseed, which I dont like. I was coming up near another, smaller thrift shop and decided to try. They had carts right inside the door, so I figured that would help - I hadnt brought my cane, because its never been this bad before. So I got a couple of things, a dish drainer and a Spritz cookie gun ( for one of my kids), and then went to the clothes. I had been searching before I left for my one pair of jeans, and forgot they were black, since I had hooked the previous pair on a nail and gradually they ripped all the way across the back thigh. So I finally realized the black were the only ones I have ( I usually only have one pair), and put them on as the temps had dropped some. And I knew I needed them for the movie tomorrow (cold theaters dont go with capris). I looked on the racks for a blue pair of jeans and found two, one medium and one dark. Still want a light blue pair, as I loved those. And I found two nice tops, which I also needed. So I now have 3 pairs of jeans. The most Ive had since I was skinnier. And last month I had bought a nice dressy top, so now I am ready for anything. Except shoes. My feet dont fit in my black Birkies (theyve spread), and all I have are medium brown gunboats. Oh well, beggars cant be choosers. I have some sneakers, but its hard to lift my leg up to tie them, or to bend down. So yeah to a bigger wardrobe, despite the pain (trying on jeans is murder I found). Two: I got an email from my mom asking for pictures of my oldest and her fiance, as she was lonely at times and liked to have them to look at. and that shot me through the heart. I sent some that my oldest gave me when I messaged her, but I hate to think of her lonely, hurting, with a long recovery, and here I am helpless to help her. Will have to make an effort to send her more emails and cards. I wish I could be there for her, but I know I would only make things worse, as I am not much help. But I love her, and its also been hard on my Dad trying to keep the house going while shes been in and out of the hospital this summer over her hip, and is in a heavy brace, which has got to suck. And snow and ice coming, which are dangerous. Wish I could do something. Be a better daughter.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 06:30:52 +0000
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