Yay, had my first Margarita in ages . . .

Saw Dr. Foley yesterday and he said I'm doing fine - just not to overdo it when I finally reach mid September and am allowed to pick up more than 10 pounds.  When I asked him the strategic question "May I have a Margarita?"  He immediately answered, "Yes, and with salt!"  I cracked up.  So after going to see younger sister in East Granby today P&D's Pop and I went to New York Pizza for early supper and I finally had my delicious Margarita.  I know that sounds insane but I think I'm finally getting back to normal.  Yay.  We had a showing of the house today but only the two agents showed up.  The client, coming in from New York was caught in traffic.  Oh well, can't even give odds on how all of this is going to work out and with just one Margarita in me I'm at the point that it doesn't bother me.  Sad story!

I've stepped back from Facebook at least for now.  It takes up too much time and is, at least at this point in time, wasting precious time.  I've decided to work on my French and try to get in more reading.  We'll see how long this lasts!

Today's accomplishments . . .

I shall plainly enumerate them and as the day progresses I hope there are more: breakfast with P&D's Pop in Central Village, Mass at St. Augustine's in Canterbury, met an elderly former neighbor from my childhood whose husband parachuted into France as a saboteur, walked for half an hour in the level part of the driveway, feel refreshed. Now, must not ruin the recovery from last Sunday's fiasco. Oh, and I have also returned to studying French with le francais authentique.  Feels good.

A member of the elite branch of the OSS -- D-Day hero (Article no longer available from the original source)
A member of the elite secretive branch of the Office of Strategic Services called the Jedburghs, Lucien E. Lajeunesse parachuted behind enemy lines in 1944 to aid French soldiers in preparation for D-Day. A radio operator who spoke French, his unit carried out attacks on German convoys, destroyed bridges and disrupted communications. In his lifetime, he received numerous awards for his wartime heroics, like France`s highest award to a foreigner, the "Croix de Guerre." In 1994, during the 50th anniversary of the invasion of Normandy, he was presented with a rare original map of the Normandy invasion by French President.
(norwichbulletin)

Couldn't stand myself so P&D's Pop took me for a ride . . .

Just the best ride in ages . . . we drove into Rhode Island on the old dirt roads that meet at the Connecticut line in Oneco and we were reliving ages past. As we drove by Great Grandpa Rose's old homestead P&D's Pop told me a story. His grand father's father had a bull grazing out in a field separated by a gate from the neighbor's bull out grazing in his very own field. Great grandpa wondered what would happen if the two bulls got together so he worked on the gate a little, climbed up a tree and watched the ensuing mayhem. Great grandpa Rose's bull gored the neighbor's bull to death. It seems no one ever figured out how they ended up in the same pasture. I think there must be a lesson here somewhere: sneaky Roses? always figuring out interesting ways to do things? letting imagination go live? Creative play?

We continued on into the woods and byways ending up on Hell Hollow Road in Connecticut. I really needed the outing as I try to get over this left side set back that I seem to have done to myself. It's so hard to know what I am and am not capable of. I do know that I feel I can do just about anything but I really can't and find it very annoying. But it is more annoying that I can't seem to get a grip on what I can do without hurting myself in the process. Makes a grown woman want to cry. Hell, maybe I'll only feel like 65 when all is said and done!

Definitely laying low . .I

Wow, it's incredible what you can do yourself when you try too hard. The left side pain is awful but I've decided to just stand in the hottest shower possible and let the water flow over those aching, stretched, dislocated muscles on the left side. It does help and I found that I can almost sit comfortably in the old glider in Kiddo's room and that if I move slowly I am improving. P&D's Pop said I should give it at least two weeks to get better. Damnation, that's pretty awful when I think of how well I had progressed until Sunday. But it's just another bump on the road although it felt more like a mountain at the time.

I gave up my ticket to Goodspeed because I think I would just aggravate that left side more if I went. There's a lot of climbing and the parking is up a rather steep hill and I don't want to make people drop me off and treat me as an invalid just because I was foolish. They will be going to see La Cage aux Folles; I've never seen it but I imagine it'll be pretty much of a laugh fest especially in this day and age.

P&D's Pop needs some odds and ends at Hog Heaven so I'll go along for the ride just to get out. Who knows maybe we'll stop for ice cream! I can only hope.

Okay, this is crapola . . .

Finding it hard to believe that I was doing so well and I overdid an exercise for sciatica yesterday morning which caused some kind of outlandish, ridiculous pulling on my left side that has left me in awesome pain which, after trying to sleep with it also left my shoulder as bad as when I got home about seven weeks ago. What a tête de merde - yes a first class shithead. It almost seems to hurt more because I've been feeling so well -  hardly any pain from the incision and now  I go and mess up my left side. I swear there are times when I hate myself - trying to be gooder than good and screwing up. I thought I was ready for gardening and sweeping - according to the book - but I'm not. I hate it, hate it, hate it.

On a good note I did go to the VJ Day Party at my nephew's for a little over an hour yesterday. Spoke with my brothers and their wives, ate too much and came home. That's it. Not sure I'll be able to go to Goodspeed Wednesday if I don't improve really fast. Merde and merde encore.

Impressive . . .

What a great way to start this day -  breakfast at the Depot Diner in Central Village and then coming home and deciding to try my exercises on the living floor for the first time since early June and succeeding in grand fashion. It feels so good to be getting back into some sort of routine. I am such a creature of habit. I think I'll be all set to face the world and live this life to the fullest. I will still have the rehab but hopefully that'll just be annoying because it will take three days a week for twelve weeks but I'll do it and smile all the while if it gets me back to sixty-two.

Going to see my younger sister in East Granby today, another first step. Haven't seen her since early June. I'm going a bit later than usual and we'll only go to lunch;  no shopping or Granval Farm in Massachusetts. I'll also leave earlier than usual just to break myself in. Have a hair cut this late afternoon too. Will probably skip the walking today as I usually do when I go to East Granby. I try to keep my walking to five days a week and the exercises  a daily battle. Did some weeding near the garage yesterday so I've got sore shoulders but that's fine with me. Starting to get the hang of getting better each day. May see my old friend Sue from KHS Friday if all works out well. She has a busy summer and may teach one more year as she did last year even though she retired three years ago! Pretty neat to be able to get your pension and a full paycheck too. The state allows teachers to do that for two years if a school system can't find a full time teacher to replace you. Pretty good money to be made at taxpayer expense- can't really blame the people who get a chance to take advantage of the state's largess.

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