The thing I learned this birthday, is to have respect for this body that's carrying me around. Well, being a wholistic type person, I respect that I and my body are one, but I get things into my head and kind of push it beyond what is good for us, (the committee of Barbara).
So what's new? I worked to get things changed so I could offer afternoon tea and coffee in a "parlor" or "tea room" setting. Didn't ask for help. Didn't get much done. Being a cluttery kind of person, there's still lots to be done. But I did start...that was Wed. There's no deadline for when I get this endeavor going. It's not a business, just like my pottery, but a hobby. I'm not going to charge for drinks and cookies but accept donations. I think some days nobody will drop in, but I hope to have a few friends come by for a cuppa.
I could barely walk when I got up Thurs. Left knee complaining. Walked slowly and carefully all day and it felt better by the time I went to sleep. This morning it's at it again. I think I will be doing this for a few more days...hobbling in the early part of the day. But knee joints are tricky little buggers, so I don't want to hurt it. My neighbor across the street has had one or both replaced. I do hope this ends up being a heal-able thing from just over-doing it pushing furniture a few feet.
Coughing started about Wed. also, after a few days of scratchy throat. I skipped choir because my vocal chords didn't feel like la la la, more like croak croak ribbit.
My cat Muffin was also born on this day. When I lived in St. Augustine, Florida I had an apartment near the beach (5th house back from the Atlantic on 15th St.). There was a big grassy weedy field across the street, which later became a Hampton Inn. But in 1996 it was still bare when I moved there. My son, Tai says the kittens were born o my porch the year he went to college, 1997. So Muffin is my little old lady at 16.
Her mother was feral and I somehow caught her after the kittens had been weaned and took her to my vet to get her spayed. He said she clawed everyone in the place. I named her Mataley, after my mother who gave birth to me 71 years ago today, in Dallas. There was no air conditioning anywhere. She later tole me (probably when I was expecting a fall baby) she craved watermelon all the time.
It is a blessed day. The fog rolled down the mountain valley when I awoke, only knowing by memory where the invisible peaks were, but I see glimmers of sun beaming through. It's August and promises a hot afternoon. And for this year, we now expect rain almost daily.