Pee Wee's big adventure...

...it's been a rough few weeks around here and while it is easy to dwell on all that is wrong and unjust, in my world and ours, I have been making a conscious effort to choose something different for myself.  In doing so I hope that I am helping someone else to make a choice in their day to take a moment for joy.  Embrace joy.

Last week my hubs, sensing my restlessness, pushed-pulled-dragged me out to the car.  Which in my condition is no easy feat, get it?  feet!!  O.K., sorry...moving on...we loaded up the car and went for a little drive and ended up here:

Pt. Defiance ferry dock

after which we boarded and took a little ride to the other side, about ten minutes.  Got off on Vashon Island and drove around the entire island, just looking around and checking out places to come back to when I am mobile.  Had a little lunch and drove some more.  Then:

we waited for another ferry, this time from Vashon to Seattle, about 30 minutes.  After we crossed and disembarked...turned right,  went up the hill, turned left...this is what was waiting for us!

we had to visit outside since Mimi (me) couldn't manage all the stairs to the house.  It was getting late and the little punkin' was ready to sack out.  So we loved on her for a few minutes and then headed home.  Thanks to mama for bring her out to meet us.  It was an excellent adventure indeed.   Embrace joy this week,  look for it, seek it out, count your blessings and choose joy.

what once was lost....

...has now been found.   Enjoy!

we're on the eve of destruction...

...I have had that song running through my head all day.  Perhaps it is the political climate that has me feeling so on edge...perhaps.  I'm not a millionaire so what have I got to worry about?

It has been most frustrating of days today.  I am just so tired of sitting...two weeks in and four to go and I'm about to lose it.  I wanted to try and work on some of those projects that I so carelessly flaunted a few weeks ago but being unable to weight bear has left me in quite the quandary when it comes to getting into the craft room and outside to paint.  I'm not giving up on it though, I will find a way, I always do...just not in the time frame that I had hoped.

My daughter came down this way last Saturday (about two hours away) and we were able to meet at a local restaurant at the marina for lunch.  It was so wonderful to see her, I wish she could know how it fills my heart so.  Anyway, there was also a Farmers Market at the marina that day and she brought me the most beautiful flower bouquet.  Since nothing, nothing, in my garden can come close to the beauty of these dahlia's I'm going to share them with you.  (I am a sotc picture-taker so please bear with me!)  Enjoy and have a great Tuesday.


p.s.  to add to my anxiety and frustration I am unable to access the photos I uploaded today.  This is on the computer that just came home from the geeks...gah!  Sorry peeps.

Precious and few...

...are the moments we two can share.

THE best medicine ever.      Seven months.

Say good-bye to Murphy...

 you all know Murphy right?  The most obnoxious of all uninvited guests?  The most unappealing, disruptive, expensive, frustratingly hateful, unwanted visitor of all times?
from the wiki:

"Murphy's law or the fourth law of thermodynamics" (actually there were only three last I heard) which states: "If anything can go wrong, it will."<sup>[5]

 Yeah, THAT  Murphy.

He's been hanging out here for a few weeks and I am at the point of total despair and must, must, insist that he leave.  I am not sending him your way and can only hope that he will meet some disdainful end on his way to where ever he is headed next.

Just a few of his shenanigans here this week:
found out about my stress fracture and all that goes with mending a broken in half foot.
went to pick up the kneely scooter and when the hubs came back to the car the battery was dead.
good Samaritan offered to help with the car, thank you. 
good Samaritan uses jumper cables incorrectly and 'blew out' all the lights on the dashboard...and the radio, heater and air.
downloaded 88 pictures of my sweet punky last night and moments later the computer flashed several times and then died.  I can only assume all my photos went poof too.
Well no, I didn't back up my files.  And yes, I know how stupid that was.


So to reiterate.
Dear Murphy, take your friends Mayhem and Misery and get out...O.U.T. out.  Do not pass go...do not look back...hit the road Jack...I have officially kicked you to the curb.  b-bye now.
signed:  jojoscott and company</sup>

Aye, therein lies the rub...

...therein lies the rub, the catch, the thing that blocks our way, changes the game, the source of the problem. One of the most misquoted lines of Shakespeare.
 
from Hamlet
"Therein lies the rub
For in that sleep of death we know not what dreams may come...."

sorting out the problem, getting to the root of the object of my misery has had me tied in knots these past few days.

As you are well aware I took quite a tumble a few weeks ago and, along with bruising my pride and embarrassing myself to the core,  I fractured (ever so slightly) a few ribs.  Recovery has gone very well and it's not complete torture to try and sneeze or cough again.  But here comes that 'rub' part.  It would seem that I occurred some stress fractures in my foot as well.  Unbeknown  to me I have been walking these past few weeks on said fractures and have now developed a rather serious condition called Charcot Foot.

Charcot is a neurological disorder of the foot caused by a breakdown of joints, nerves and bone, that are due to neuropathy (loss of feeling), which I have from being diabetic forever.  The mid-section of the foot collapses changing the entire shape of the foot and leaving it at a high risk for ulcers and further fractures.  This is where I am at right now.

The treatment is no-weight-bearing for 4-6-8 weeks while the foot is in an acute stage.  If we can get the breakdown cycle to end and the healing cycle to begin during that time there is a greater chance of recovery.  If not...well, I'm here to tell you that I can not go to that place again for it is how I 'lost' my right foot fifteen years ago.

For now I am sitting, sitting, and sitting some more since crutches are out (can't use crutches when you have one broken foot and one prosthetic foot).  I do have a wheelchair to get around the house in or if need be to use when we go out.  I will need a ramp though if I expect to leave the house!  I also have this funky little scooter that you kneel on with your bad side and then push off on with the good side.  Again though, I have no good side!  This has become quite an interesting learning tool and the curve at this moment is quite low.

so y'all, there's the rub. 
     Charcot Foot

In the Silence....

 I Remember.

five (5) things...

...I love about September...

*I live in Washington and although we are  never promised anything but stormy, cloudy skies in Spring, or weeks and weeks of Summers warmth and sunshine, we are always, always promised the most wonderful September skies.  It makes it all worth the wait.

*Picking apples and peaches. Canning pickles and baking 'crisps' on  beautiful crisp mornings.

*Yellow leaves spinning in the breeze.

*the shift of shadow and light, feeling the warmth on my back.

*All the fun "September" songs from my  youth.  "September," by Earth, Wind, and Fire.
"September Morn," by Neil Diamond, "Will I see you in September?" by The Tempos

These are just a few of mine...how about you?

It was bound to happen...

...sooner or later, I was hoping for later but *sigh*

I had my first grandma/mother-in-law moment today.  I just couldn't help myself!  I saw something that concerned me and before I knew it, it was out of my mouth!  No harm done but there was a moment when I turned around to see if my mother was there!  It sure sounded like her.

Oh well...

giving due...

...I do my best to keep my political views off of this blog.

I do my best to keep my religious beliefs from flowing into 

my posts but occasionally they do

and 

for that I am unapologetic.

With that said I feel that this is just too important to let it go

without comment.

As you all know,

who have been here regularly,

I suffer with 

depression.

It is a monster,

and is not something I would wish for anyone to deal with.

It

will steal away your life if you let it.

And so when I read this

on 

Cozy Little House

yesterday,

I had

to smile a little,

sigh a little,

and give thanks...

for it is a start.

source: Internet

That the Obama administration has reversed the long-standing policy against sending condolences only to families of service members who died either in combat or as a result of non-combat activity in war zones. Excluding suicide victims.

There are many wars to be fought. And one is on depression and PTSD. The stigma that has prevailed about this subject, this tragedy, has just been lifted, if just a bit. 

It's about time this country honors those unseen scars. It's about time. 

And for that move in the battle against the stigma that has been part of our societal mores for so long, I am deeply grateful.