Stuff Still Happening

Received a message from our daughter last night:  our granddaughter had sliced her thumb (through the nail) with a rotary cutter.  And I forgot to mention that all of these mis-adventures began with our oldest son who had flooding in his basement due to some thunderstorms.  I keep hoping that since we've had more than three things, it'll all be over in a jiffy.  I think we all need some rest from all of this nonsense.

My foot attire for my morning walk.

So I headed out this morning for my walk.  I simply cannot bear to give it up.  Wore my trusty Birkenstocks.  No rubbing or friction there.  The downside was I couldn't go as fast or quite as far in the time allotted.  But I came home blister free.  No idea what people on the trail thought of my sort of unconventional (for exercise-walking) footwear, but I don't really care.  (A friend always says when you're over 50 you can wear what you want when you want and no one even really pays attention.  I subscribe to that theory on occasion, when it suits me.)

After my shower, my heel looked like this.  I'm liberally applying ointment and keeping it covered and wearing backless shoes until it heals.  I suspect my future includes new shoes, new socks or some combination of the two.  I need my morning walks.

Yes, it hurts.

On the last bit of my walk, I spotted a neighbor out tending to the noxious weeds.  Had to stop and chat for a minute.  She invited me inside to see a painting a grandson had done of her husband is no longer living (can't believe it's been six years since The Husband spoke at his funeral).  It was a wonderful portrayal, I half expected him to speak to me from inside the frame.  And how sweet to share just a few minutes with a friend. 

I'm so grateful to Anne for welcoming me in to her morning, when I'm the recipient of such kindness my heart is always touched.  I'm grateful for some shoes that will allow me to continue to walk until my foot heals.  I'm grateful for air conditioning wherever I can find it:  stores, cars, home.  I don't know how the early settlers of this country managed without our modern luxuries.  I'm grateful for plenty to read, for materials to help me prepare the next Relief Society lesson and for my yarn shipment for my next project.