A Great Morning!

When viewing the pictures below you might wonder at my optimism…

But it is a good morning because…

I’ve the feeling of being vindicated for when the plumber laughed at my request for a drain in the mudroom/laundry floor.  It could have been far worse without that drain!

However,  I do think a new washer is in order.  I am tired of repairing this one.

To borrow an old beer slogan:

“Know when to say when.”

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QUESTION:  Any readers in the crowd have an opinion of the best of the newfangled washing machines on the market?  Thanks, your opinions will be appreciated.

Castrophobia*

This will be short as I type with one finger.

Surgery seems to have gone well.  Pain meds had to be doubled the first two days, then only Tylenol, and since Friday no meds !  😀

Swelling was horrifying!  Fingers looked like Vienna sausages having no wrinkles at all!

Vienna sausage

Vienna sausage (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Swelling is now gone.  😀

Post-op visit today to remove stitches and get new permanent cast…

I hope I survive two months of this.  The temporary one has had me in moments of delirium because of the suffocating feeling and immobility it induces… I find that to be totally ironical having had bouts of agoraphobia over the last few years.  LOL!

*ON CASTROPHOBIA:  The real term is cast claustrophobia.   I was feeling the need to rip the thing off with my teeth on several occasions this past week.  Thankfully it went away spontaneously, by the end of the week, when the last of the swelling went down! I hope it really was swelling induced and will not return.  😯

Meanwhile, Bob will continue to do all my chores that require both hands.

BIG CHEERS FOR BOB!

Comments will of course cheerfully accepted, but won’t be responded to.  I’m sorry.

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It begins.

Bob returned to work this morning; a new job for the new year.   It was strange to see him so nervous and agitated yesterday.  Not like him, but I get it.  It is hard to imagine, but after years of having no trouble at all in locating his next job, and having never been let go in the way he was, ever, I understand his trepidation/excitement about the first day of work.

We spent the time off doing more around here than we anticipated, which is not to say we did nothing up on the mountain.  However, we realize that there will be time enough with his new schedule to get up there and accomplish something, and there will be less pressure to leave so early and rush back home.

Our plans, for the mountain are to finish the bedroom, reroute/replace the plumbing, and hook up the hot water heater.  The latter is of utmost importance if we are to be able to stay overnight and work the next morning.  It is cold up there.

We have begun with patching and painting first.

Demolition-Patch-and-PaintThis bedroom, inside wall is the old outside wall composed of board and batten hardwoods.

Our plan is to remove the wood, and save it of course!  We will then put up a vapor barrier and wallboard to match the rest of the walls.  This will close up all the gaps that let in the cold, and let out the heat in winter.  And vice versa for the summer months.

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An event which I will discuss Wednesday has shown me some of the beauty hidden within our forest.

 

Hobbit-Hiding-placeAn enlarged view should remind you of a special Hobbit hiding place. 😉

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We are becoming accustomed to not having it our way, to waiting for God’s plans for us.

And, in spite of the hiccoughs, we find ourselves enjoying the journey.

Though, if we must be entirely honest, we would like to arrive at our destination a bit more quickly.

See you Wednesday!

Whatever…

 “Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”

I saw this Someecard today and realized how many times I have uttered this phrase in my life.  

A Whatever doesn't kill mePlease click the card to go to Someecards  and thank you, Kathy Wakile , for permission to use your work!

 

Lately,  I have said it more than a few times and often under my breath.  Bob too,  I think, when he was paying all those Dr. Bills.

We are stronger now. 

Two weeks ago I was still whining about my sore knee, and Bob was under the weight of all the bills rolling in.  Then suddenly the bill pile was tamed, the mail coming in is mostly of the junk variety, and I can walk without limping… so long as I carry my flashlight with me in the dark when crossing the lawn. (Live and learn. 😉 )

 

From April to now it has been one thing after another.

Yet we kept our faith.

We are tired,

but we are strong.

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When the going gets tough how do you cope?

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Have a blessed weekend!