20 August 2015

Writing again?

It has been multiple years since I spent four months in the hospital, and nursing home. That sparked many changes, and I am still regrouping and rebuilding. "...give us serenity to accept the things we cannot change..." being the current goal. I have left my five acres, where I wanted my ashes to enrich the soil. I will probably never get to raise poultry again. I will never get to work at the job that I fell in to, willy-nilly, but that I loved. My brain was mildly impacted by the incidents surrounding the foot infection and surgery. My brain is currently impacted by the pain killers I am on.
I still live with my partner of many years. I still share my living space with four-footed furries. I still have some dirt to dig in, and places to grow plants. I still get to visit and play with my daughter and granddaughters. I have a part scholorship to the YMCA, and am in the water five days a week, getting stronger. I will be able to have my hip replaced next winter. I hopefully will be able to be back on my bicycle next summer, bicycling with grandaughters.
I want to start writing again. I dislike writing by hand, and do much better with a computer.  Easier to change and correct. Will writing with one finger on a tpuch screen be adequate? I don't know.

14 November 2014

More hits

I've spent the past months trying to find/create joy in my new place. Now, all I have again is grief. No little girls allowed over. I'm so damn crippled by the damage to my hip that most movement hurts excruciatingly. Think ice picks jabbing into the joint. I'm only mobile in a wheelchair, and I can't move around in the yard, because the wheelchair sinks in the mole mounds. Now, after a summer of planting things rescued and new, it has gotten very cold, very quickly. For those of you untutored in plant chemistry, this means that many plants did not have enough warning, and time, to convert starches to sugars, also known as antifreeze. It is VERY likely that I have lost kiwis, Paulownia, elderberry, just for starters. I can't sleep with the window open, as the window froze open. How do I get actual pain relief from my doctor?

14 May 2014

Will it ever be home?

View from the south

Of course, furniture was bought for him...

and her

Even the shy one has joined us in bed
View from my bedroom door, facing southwest

Goodbye old place

D, S, and P in old kitchen
Front porch (and yes, D did walk out the open door you see, at night, forgetting that there was no longer a porch there. Damage only to his dignity.)

Bathroom, bedroom, utility room, kitchen

Living room and sliding glass door onto front porch

H's old bedroom, and kitty cat safe haven

Carport and floor

Last bits

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Watchful figure

Well, at least it was reassuring to find Gandalf on duty nearby.

07 April 2014

"Around the bend"

Hmm. I am living just around a turn in the road from extended family. They are going to create magnets to post at their house to alert other members of the household as to where they are. Going to Nana's will be going around the bend. Hmm...

22 March 2014

"This is the land that we call home"

I have forfeited my right to say that. I have betrayed the land that I have loved. I've sold it to someone who lives by the bulldozer. I am screaming silently in agony, I've betrayed myself, and I will never be alive again.