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Monday, September 29, 2014

Recovering at Home

I haven't spent much time thinking about it, but today reality sets in.....I'll be homebound for six more weeks!  The good thing about that is I have time to pray, reflect, and count my blessings.  I have a morning prayer routine, but often just breeze through the prayers, not taking time to reflect on their meaning in my life.  Today I read a portion of Psalm 138:

     I thank you, Lord, with all my heart
     you have heard the words of my mouth
     On the day I called, you answered me;
     you increased the strength of my soul
     You give me life though I walk amid affliction;
     With your right hand you save me.
     O Lord, your merciful love is eternal....

I'm filled with God's spirit and feelings of gratitude that one week at home has already passed....  I so appreciate all the angels that are hovering near by.  I had visitors and/or got out of the house everyday.  I expect it will continue, because my friends don't want me to miss a thing.  Even before I got home four angels deadheaded all my flowers and pruned the ivy!  Such love.
Thank you Mary Lou, Betty, Kathy, and the photographer, Regina
My dear sister, Marilyn, left yesterday.  She spent a whole week with me and reminded me that we'd really been together for 25 days, having left for Boston on September 3rd.  Marilyn's really good at sitting and I learned to watch more TV, look at more stuff on my IPAD, take naps, and relax.  She knows how to make me laugh!  It seems we are always trying to figure out why our families and friends do things different than we do or why they don't do things our way!  I don't know why we think we have any control over all that stuff, but it makes for great conversations!
I now have two walkers in my house.  This little one belongs to my friend, Mary Lou, and she is letting me borrow it so I'll have a walker upstairs and one in the basement.  It originally belonged to Mary Lou's mom, Lena.  I really like this walker because of all the holy hands that have used it to get around.  Mary Lou has lent it to our friend, Fred, and many others recovering from surgery.  I especially like the girl's bicycle basket that holds my phones, eyeglasses and tissues.
I forgot to tape the PBS series on the Roosevelts so Marilyn and I have been watching it, streamed in, via the IPAD.  Amazing technology! My dear friend, Delores, gave me the lovely fall pumpkin bouquet.

I woke up during the night and a little fear overtook me when I thought to myself, "what in the world will I do all day as my ankle heals and those bones begin to knit together?"  I remembered this wedding ring quilt, never finished, nestled among my Mom's quilts on a shelf in the basement.  I'm quite sure I purchased the fabric 25 years the mauve and blue phase of decorating!  Mary Catherine Role, a local physician's wife, owned a small quilt shop in Morgan's Alley, and she helped me pick out the fabric.  I finished the piecing of it in 1995, when I lived in an apartment in Eagle.  I probably began the hand quilting when I lived in Grangeville.  There are 56 blocks and 20 are not finished.  I'm quite excited to think I will finish this quilt before I can walk again!
Gratefully, the thread, patterns, and thimble were in a little bag, tucked inside the quilt.  I thought I could just start quilting, as I once did.  But no, things are different now.  My eyesight for one, and the small stitches for another.   I cannot see well enough, even with my cheater eyeglasses, to thread a needle.  I thanked God with all my heart when I found one of these little magic things called a needle threader!
I'm all nestled in the couch with all the essentials close by.
And, I have a prayer shawl that can be finished as well during this time...
Scenes like this, shared with my good friend, Marcia, increase the strength of my soul.  Marcia knew I might be sad after Marilyn left so she invited me to share her salmon dinner on Sunday night.  I think God blessed us with this beautiful sunset, showing how eternal His love is for us.  

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