Hi all ! Thought I'd join the party. It is nearly 8 AM and I'm still in bed being a lazy bones, drinking the rather cold coffee my fella brought me. I slept in a bit because last night I took NO pills! I went to take my usual tylenol arthritis ones and thought - nope, I'm not feeling any pain. I slept a touch fitfully but really not bad considering this is the first night in years without something. Major turning point.
@PS46 - glad all are okay in your part of the mud ball and that you continue to rock on with your uke. I read on one of your posts that you like Tom Waits - he's definitely one of my faves along with John Hiatt and Steve Earle. Of course I could go on and on - love our Canucks - Joni Mitchell, Leonard Cohen, kd lang and ...
@GrannyC and
@MyAussieGirl - yes, creating keeps me sane! That, my Buddhist practice and walking are my pillars. I've written forever, have a novel looking for a publisher, some poetry published and several plays including musicals that have been produced. I draw and paint, knit and embroider, and have my second quilt on a frame waiting for me to finish hand-quilting. I've made dolls off and on my whole life but now I'm on my 9th in this series, so that is something that this recovery has encouraged! This isolated community is good for all my disciplines - if I were home in Nova Scotia I'd be way too busy with grandkids, pals and community stuff to get so much done!
@dougie0216 - do you miss the north? My brother and his family have lived in NWTs for all of his adult life - we're only sub-arctic. Now that he and his wife are retired they're thinking of moving to Alberta but I notice they are dragging their heels! As to my trip home it was HELL! The plane was a dash 8, the weird small wheelchair they strap you into to trundle you across the tarmac and hoist you up the stairs will not allow you to keep your leg straight so I had to hold it up myself and have them stop from time to time so I could stand it. The aisle on the plane is too small so one's affected hip is pushed up against the seats as they wedge you to the second row and although they promised me an aisle seat with my sore leg on the aisle side they gave me the opposite. I pressed my face to the window and held myself together by gritting my teeth! Then the whole thing in reverse when we came down in Goose Bay! Nope, if I have to do the other hip it'll have to wait until I'm in Nova Scotia! The good thing is, in contrast, nothing has seemed so bad.
Okay y'all - time for me to read the newest New Yorker and ponder the collapse of civilization!