There's only 20 more days till Christmas. Gasp. Gulp. Grin.
Yep. Just Grin.
What else ya' gonna do when you can't leave home; can't drive....
What hasn't gotten done, may not GET DONE.
What I can't buy via the net, probably won't get bought.
Maybe another two or three weeks of this full leg brace,
that keeps me from driving my sweet Monte Carlo.
And so far, I'm doing alright.
Daily visits from Fed Ex and UPS trucks have the dogs
salivating at the end of the driveway. Our driver's out here
have gotten smart and carry a bucket of doggie treats at
the top of their truck steps - the first step out of the truck
is one with out-stretched hand with dog bones. Now THAT's
a smart man! What is it about those vibrating brown panel
trucks that drive a dog mad? They instantly HATE what
ever comes out of the door of those trucks. ((I'm sure I
could grab a fast cash grant from our US government to do
a full-scale, five-year double-blind research-study
and follow-up documentary in full-screen High Def on the
Tonight is the opening round of the National Finals Rodeo.
Now there are only about ten days a year where hubby
demands his televisions rights, AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM.
The week of the National Bull Riding finals and the National
Finals Rodeo, I just don't plan to watch TV. AT ALL. There is
NO compromises here. OH. And a Big part of the deal, is that
hubby can turn the volume up where HE CAN HEAR IT.
Years of abuse, from loud machinery has rendered him
virtually deaf. Nerve deaf. There's not much you can do for
that. Hearing aids can only make it louder, not clearer.
When I turn in at the end of our lane, from the main highway,
I can hear the rodeo announcer as I round the corner. And
can view all the windows in the house vibrating.
((There's no real worry of them actually shattering -
They've stood up to this abuse for the 25 years since we built.))
This year, since I've had the knee surgery, I can't run away
from home, so will have to find other ways to fill the time, such
as post to my BLOG,(!what a concept!), write my annual
Christmas letter.....and ride my new stationary bike!
Since surgery on Oct. 28 , I've gained from 80 degrees bend to
110 degrees, yesterday. My surgeon wants 125 degrees bend,
so I'm getting closer every week. I'm walking around the house
without the use of any aid, and only carry a cane when I leave
the house, just as a precaution. I still haven't gone anywhere,
shopping, where I could find a running pant that snaps along
the leg for easy removal, and access to my brace, so I'm still
wearing shorts to my P.T. sessions. It's getting a bit cold for that,
as it's down to 17 degrees at night, with snow on the mountain
behind town. It's only a matter of luck that we don't have snow
here at the house yet. I'm really not Jones-ing for snow, but I do
love a white Christmas.
I just realized tonight, that I won't be able to do up my huge tree
this year, as is my routine...reality hit me HARD. I guess I'll have
to be satisfied if Huggs gets me a little table-top tree where I can
stick a string of lights and a few teeny ornaments. I sure can't go
crawling around the attic,digging through the boxes and boxes
of goodies, to decide what color I'll do up the tree, THIS YEAR.
I'm a bit OCD about creating the perfect tree. And I had
planned the perfect designer, deep purple tree.....
I guess it will have to wait till next year. THEN I'll climb the ladder
and do it up RIGHT !!!
Huggs n I traveled to the city to his favorite western wear shop to
snag some clothes, as they're going out of business, another vic-
tim of the poor economy. We grabbed up $250 worth of dress
shirts that he needs for his art shows and found some really fun
And while down there, I found Christmas for his almost 90 yr
old Mom. We also visited an old neighborhood friend that had
moved to the valley. He'd been calling and calling me to come by
and choose something special from his late wife's china closet,
since I'd refused payment for singing at her funeral. Since I collect
old tea cups and have one from many of the elder ladies from my
neighborhood and family, that was what I chose. A beautiful, dainty
floral English teacup that is just wonderful and makes me just want
to linger over my tea in the morning. My neighbor insisted that I
should have another one, which he had chosen for me; one that he
thought matched my kitchen well, so I came home with two lovelies
for my collection that has over-grown the room I have to display
them - another kick in the butt to get me to complete my own Grand
mother's curved glass china cabinet. It won't hardly take another
full day to finish some necessary work, and then I can re-set the
glass door and move it back to the upstairs....and. fill. it.
I have a love of pretty things. LOTS of pretty things. It's a very
good thing that I have Grand daughters....now hopefully they wont
all want to be farmers or Peace Corp volunteers.
Meanwhile, Back at the ranch........