My daughter, Amy, had 500 0f these pins made from the postcard image. I now have only a few left of the 100 she sent me. Most are headed off with two hundred postcards to a rally this coming weekend. I am not attending because it is going to be a couple hours on my feet…and that seems too much right now.
I do have a therapist coming once a week to work with me on balance and confidence in my movements. I have gone back to tai chi but have hesitations about three quarters the way through and finish in my chair. When the therapist asked what my goals were, I said I wanted to be back where I was before pneumonia last summer. He seemed to think that was not a problem. This week I am upping my daily step count from 4,000 to 5,000. It is a struggle but I can now do the loop around the whole neighborhood albeit a bit slow.
This morning I took myself off to brunch after an annual eye appointment. My mouth was set for eggs benedict like in the website picture. Sorry dear, that is only for Sundays. My choices were reduced down to where a burrito sounded good. Let me say here that burritos are burritos however you cut it. Scrambled eggs with strips of bacon and fake yellow cheese with dripping tomatoes was a far cry from eggs benedict. She said to come back Sunday. I don’t think so.
Earlier this week I baked a pretty good “clean out the fridge dish.
It started by rescuing a drying out puff pastry sheet and rolling it out to drop in a pie pan. I chopped a couple of ham slices left in the bag, some fresh spinach, a shallot, then mixed three eggs with a cup of cottage cheese and some half and half. Poured the liquid over the chopped ham and veggies after tossing a couple handfuls of shredded cheddar cheese. Folded over the corners and brushed with reserved bit of egg. It was delicious and did not collapse like a quiche.
So just to get this posted, I will post my latest poem about how it feels to be an angry American now.
Retribution S. Webster
I used to search for some relief
to ease my growing, bruising grief,
brought on by how you choose to see
a world that once was shared with me.
If we tally up the total cost
of all we wanted … now lost.
Don’t come to me when you understand
and think I will extend a hand.
Til later…..