Sunday Morning Saga
Finally finished this painting yesterday.
It has been sitting in my paint room with just the background waiting on inspiration.
And now to the
Sunday Morning Saga
This happens more often than I like to admit.
Yesterday was worse than normal though.
Backing up.
About two months ago I started walking in the mornings.
Up early, the 3 - 4 mile walk starts at 5:30.
Great social time with a friend,
but I have been battling a problem with my foot.
Left foot and it hurts.
Not bad when I am walking, but sit still for any longer than forty five minutes and when I stand up,
I look like the "grandfather on the Real McCoy's'
JWS's description, not mine.
I grimace.
I hobble,
I limp,
and then it loosens up and I can move.
All that being said,
Friday at the fair, the bottom of the above mentioned foot SPLIT!
Ugly,
Ugly,
UUUUGGGGLLLY!
SPLIT!
It hurt.
Saturday, it still hurts and I walk, shuffle somewhat on the side of my foot all day.
Walking slower than my normal mach four speed so that I don't noticeably limp.
That's ok, though.
Sunday morning and my foot and ankle is swollen.
All this makes the
Sunday Morning Saga
Worse.
Way worse.
You see, some Sunday mornings, I just can't find anything to wear to church.
I don't have tons of dress clothes.
I am a screenprinter.
We don't dress up for work.
There is ink,
and junk
involved there.
So, Sunday morning has me digging through the depths of my closet to find clothes.
Yesterday was no exception.
Compounded be the foot issue.
Long skirt and sleeveless shirt.
The shirt looks faded.
A different shirt.
Too frumpy looking.
Wait, is this skirt a little tight.
Throw it on the bed.
Here are those pants that I wore last summer.
Too tight.
Way
Too
Tight.
They had to shrink.
That stupid dryer
Throw them on the bed.
Another skirt.
Too short for no hose.
Legs too white.
and veiny.
Throw it on the bed.
Brown Khakis.
These will work.
They are long.
Try on these cute high heel sandal.
Ouch!
Throw the pants on the bed.
Pull out the new dress that I just got.
Hose on.
Maybe that will help the foot pain.
Nope,
those shoes hurt also.
Throw the dress on the bed.
Find the "go to" outfit.
The one that always works.
Black slacks and a shirt.
Black dress shoes.
Those pants are too long.
Ouch!
Another shoe issue.
Throw those on the bed.
JWS walks in for the SECOND time.
The first was at the too tight pants issue.
He backed out of the room that time.
He says the vehicle is outside and running.
Through clenched teeth.
"I know, it is less than 20 feet from the bedroom window"
Finally, I just grab jeans and flip flops.
The flip flops hurt, but are not the excruciating,
limping,
clench your teeth with every step pain.
We leave for church and I am quiet.
I am working through this.
I don't like wearing jeans to church.
JWS starts to give me
walking,
exercise,
and
DIET
advice.
Timing JWS, all timing,
It is way off!
To his credit,
he does pull up to the door to let me out.
Still not happy to be there in jeans,
I find out that I have toddler nursery.
Woohoo!
I could have worn sweatpants!
Comments
Will pray for fast healing!
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Take care
Sabrina