Hey there, Everyone! I hope you all had a great week.
I’ve made a vow to do something creative everyday, even if it’s just for 15 minutes. It’s been working. Not unlike exercising, if you work hard at developing a habit – soon you’ll find that you miss that activity if you don’t connect with it every day. I wish I had the same diligence about exercising.
In a little over 2 weeks it will be four months since I had surgery. Today (actually, in about an hour) I am going to the doctor. I should be feeling markedly better by now but for some unknown reason, I am not. On a scale from 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst kind of tired you can imagine, I am hovering around a 12. In the mornings I have fairly decent energy but as the day progresses so does my lack of stamina. 2-3 PM seems to be around the time where I hit my ‘wall’ and I suffer from the type of fatigue I never dreamed existed.
Unfortunately as the weeks and months pass, the fatigue is getting worse. My blog has suffered; my strength, and most importantly, my overall quality of life. Exercise is no longer an option for me unless I do it as soon as I get up in the mornings and then, it can only consist of walking 20-25 minutes on the treadmill. I am eager to find an answer to this very frustrating problem; no longer can I blame it on recovery.
The good news is that when the culprit is found, whether it be hormone, thyroid, anemia or whatever, and I find myself beginning to feel better I suspect it will feel like coming out on the first day of Spring from a long, dreary winter; I’ll be ready to take on the world! So, for as boring as my blog has been these past few months, just you wait, because when I regain my energy this place is going to be a reader’s paradise!
Remember Patty – the elderly woman I used to work for? Her children have been in town trying to remove the remaining items from her house so I’ve been helping every morning this week doing small thing like packing dishes, making trips to the Goodwill, and coming to terms with the fact that the home I’ve worked in for the past 12 years will soon be sold. Patty has really great children and I’ve had the pleasure of growing closer to them as we all make our way through the grieving process. They’ve allowed me to choose several items to keep that have become quite sentimental to me over the years. Here’s a few of my newly adopted mementos.
First, my inherited table:
For twelve years I listened as Patty spoke about how she and her best friend went shopping for this table while her husband was studying for exams at Harvard in the early 1940’s. She often talked about the wonderful dinner parties she threw in their little apartment. She’d serve dinner to their best friends in the world as they gathered around that small table, which she continued to adore even 70 years later. By the time I met her it was worn, scratched, and had numerous water rings on the top. The last 2 or 3 years she talked about having it refinished but she couldn’t part with it long enough to have it done. When I acquired it, I immediately took it to a local strippe shop and had it done in her memory.
The owner of the shop told me that this table was built somewhere in the mid-1800s. The materials used to screw it together were hand forged by a blacksmith. I adore my little table and hope to experience half as many warm memories with it as she did.
Next, you have to see these gloves:
They are so small, my hands barely fit inside. I imagine these gloves adorning her petite hands at a festive Chicago-style party in the 50’s, with a matching long, flowing, gown.
A door which hung to the left of her entryway, which, from what I understand, was taken from the house of one of Patty’s favorite places to live. It traveled with her half way across the country until they both finally settled in this area. You may recognize the design from the work of artist Robert Indiana.
The door is in a desperate need of paint as you can see, but I’ll have it looking as good as new in no time and will most likely hang it somewhere in my garden. I’ve been thinking a lot about all of the places it and its owner have traveled. It’s a reminder that no matter how trapped I’m currently feeling health-wise, there’s always an open door nearby that’s ready to lead me on a different path. I know; sounds kind of corny, but it’s true, right?
Have a good weekend and as always, thank you for reading.