Belgium Truffles

Sometimes I just need quiet time all by myself. Just sitting outside breathing in the slightly cool air and feeling good that my lungs are working is an awesome task. Letting the soft breeze blow my hair into my face and watching the palm fronds dance to the wind which is hard to see when your hair is plastered across your eyeballs. The silence is relaxing. Your brain switches over to nothingness - all the world problems and personal issues are someplace other than the 'here and now'.

Time to reflect or not. Absorbing the morning and all it has to offer including the tropical storm Nicole that may be a storm or not depending on her path. Worries are like raindrops splattered along the floor of the lanai. Soon the sun will suck them up into the clouds.

Time for more coffee with the decadent creamer hubby purchased last night. It feels like fall without the leaves changing and dropping and cluttering up the lawn. Palm trees don't drop their fronds when the weather turns cold. Soon the turtles will be heading to the bottom of the pond in a suspended state of inactivity.

Life is as good as it gets - well it could be better but I will accept this. The foot hurts less everyday and mobility is returning. I am enjoying this quiet time sitting outside and capturing the moment. Chocolate would be nice.

Russ and Us

Our new adopted doggie Russ is settling in or at least he's trying too. Last night was better - less whining. We are trying to desensitize him and help him get over the 'separation anxiety' he seems to be making progress. Well, if I spent weeks in shelters I would have some anxiety also. Today he is attached to my big toe.

He is helping me in my road to recovery. We are both couch potatoes. He is sleeping I am reading. I am reading - There's A spouse In My House by Peter Scott. It is side splitting and very true. I can see so much of my life in this book. The chapter 'My husband may be a moron' is very interesting. Although hubby has been a real trooper helping me with my recovery. I will never buy him a $60.00 hat like the Florida Sheriff department displays on their bald bloated heads. I'm sure some are very nice.

Hubby and Russ have bonded over their daily walks. Russ slept on the couch last night with hubby's two day old shorts. This is to help him adjust to his new surroundings and get over the separation anxiety - also dogs like stinky stuff. Sometimes they roll in dead fish.

On the mend just around the bend

The pain has eased up quite a bit. The ankle now hurts - possibly from the ten pound boot I have to wear to protect my surgery site. My neighbor let me borrow his walker - so much better than those crutches that ruin your armpits. He also let me borrow his wheelchair now I can do wheelies in the cul-de-sac.

We brought home a new family member yesterday adopted him from the shelter. A no-kill shelter to be exact. I feel good about that. Russ has a little separation anxiety and it was in full bloom last night. This will be something I can work at while I'm home recovering.
Enough writing for now time to go back to bed put my foot up and get some much needed sleep that I missed last night.

Day Two - post op.

Two days out from the foot surgery - hurts like hill!!!! Did not expect this much discomfort - dang!!! The Tylenol extra strength just doesn't touch it. Afraid to try the real stuff the doctor gave me. I am such a wimp.

Got out of bed today and put on clothes - no more jammies all day for me. Am scooting around the house on the rolling computer chair. The crutches hurt the underarms an awful lot.

The toes moved a half of an inch - still no feeling in the toes or the whole foot except for all the pain. I guess I won't be running in the Boston Marathon.
Bored - bored - bored. This will be a very long six weeks.

Befuddled by bed bugs

It's all over the news in the Sunday paper and on the front page of some magazines. Bedbugs! They are everywhere and places you would never suspect.

I'm afraid to travel and sleep on a bedbug infested bed in a very clean looking hotel. I'm scared of placing my luggage on the bug encrusted luggage rack. And don't even think about going to an upscale clothing store to purchase under garments. Or visit New York City and come back bug less. Leaving on a jet plane - don't know when I'll be back again.....yep they could be lurking on the business class seat you paid extra for.

What is one to do about these nasty little creatures? It makes my skin crawl just thinking about them. YUCK!
I just had an idea for a great childrens book - 'Make Way for Bedbugs......