at least I will be able to crochet
I have been trying to complete this entry for the past month, since having surgery on my shoulder. Everything I wrote sounded self- pitying and I am not good at that. At least not outwardly, and who wants to read stuff about how I can't run, can't style my limp hair, can't drive, etc, etc. Some people have it a lot worse, my mama taught me. March has always sucked for my sister and me. Our mom died on the 10th, and our dad would have been 88 on the 17th. Siggie died last year on the 28th. So the shoulder thing and my lack of being able to run added to the general gloom. That's enough of the moping though. Slowly I am getting better. Still have the sling and have to sleep in the basement in the recliner. Yeah, I can't run but can ride the stationary bike and get some exercise to keep my once perfect ass from spreading from too much sitting. I can walk the dogs with one arm. Lot's of people, friends and...