Flying Solo!

It's Sunday morning and I am sitting in silence in Flo's chair listening and thinking and observing the view from her chair to her window to the world!

Listening: to the monitor for the word to get Mom out of bed and start her day...listening to the rain...listening to the creek...

Thinking : that here we are at August 2nd, and it's finally back to the old routine where St Nic has Sundays off. It has taken me from February 17th[ the fateful day of my flight through the air, nose to the ground, and a broken femur in several places, to now to get enough strength and confidence to manage [me and Mom] all by myself from wake-up to bedtime. Whew! I remember that in the emergency room, my doctor had said that I was looking at several months of recovery[ since I had really done several break[s] . Really? Yes.

I'm happy to have most of it behind me. A couple of days after the surgery, I asked him what was going to be the hardest part....he said: Depression. I was not expecting that answer, but now I totally understand it. The surgery, the hospital stay, rehab, not walking for months, needing help with so many things that we take for granted on a regular basis, the list could go on and on..

Observing: the birds feeding at their feeder of choice. Chickadees, nuthatches, mourning doves, yellow finches, woodpeckers and titmice [!!], ...I haven't seen a hummer lately...

Noticing the colors of the bloomin' flowers: rose of sharon, geraniums, impatiens, petunias, hibiscus, begonias,...and the trees' leaves soaking up the rain. There is flowing[ bustling] water in the creek next to the house.

Flo's view is pretty good!

And yesterday, she told me she felt like this was home. [Two years on Aug 28th].

I'm sure the dog and the daily rice pudding with whipped cream are a big part of it...oh, and yeah, my entertaining and singing, too!!