Aoife in Portland picking wildflowers.
A bird on my fence. It had white and brown speckles on its tummy.
What is the name??? I do not know..
The extent of my sewing: potholder beginings with some scraps.
Monday, I fell in physical therapy. He had the safety belt on me and was setting the timer, when impulsive me took off without permission and fell. My PT softened the fall by grabbing my arm. He felt terrible...It was my fault. No one can save me from myself!!!
I injured my tailbone...Pain..ugh, light headedness
Monday, I was supposed to teach a rope bowl class, but had to cancel it as I cannot twist and focus on my sewing machine in order to make samples for the demonstraton.
In order to fight against Pearl, I have been going to play cards with other old people...God help me, it has come to this.
What in the world is my grandmother thinking as she looks down on me????
Also weight gain..jeeze louize....I say, I am the largest person here.....But my grands say I am perfect and that no one likes a skinny grandma.
Love....I have love..xo
2 comments:
Oh my, we just have to be careful and think before moving. Falling is not a good thing. Just keep going and sew some more!
It's true, a plump grandma has a softer lap. So sorry you fell. Hope you heal fast.
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