Jiggety Jig

The title to this post has to do with Amy being home from Shady Oaks Camp as of yesterday. It's part of a nursery rhyme that starts out "To market to market........... Its day two on a Sunday morning just before 11am. Amy is listening to a book on tape, a novel I read recently by Elizabeth Berg, Durable Goods. Shortly, I'll get on with my day and shower etc. because I'm going out in public today to grocery shop. The van is fixed again $1500 later.

Still no word regarding medical coverage. I've been in this chair coming up on five months. Don't know if I mentioned in previous entry that Amy has received "funding' from the state enabling her to move to a group home and begin living independent from me. She could me leaving home as soon as two weeks from now. She told me she hoped she wouldn't be moving out right after camp was over and I can understand that. I know she knows this is a break from one life and is a little apprehensive about it. I am too............
But she has always adapted well to changes. This is a big one.

Yesterday evening I had a moment. I was sitting in my wheelchair on my front driveway with Zoe on my lap. Cares were whizzing by on a Saturday evening and I was remembering when I was out and about going here and there particularly on the weekend. I started feeling sorry for myself sitting there--- all alone, no where to go, stuck in the wheelchair. Then I had the moment. Something gave me a good kick in the head bringing on a reality check. Here I was sitting in my own yard, my beautiful yard, on a warm summer evening, in good health, with my little Zoe snuggled on my lap. I spoke outloud to myself then and there saying something like wake up and smell the coffe and stop the pity party. So I did.

I've failed to blog this summer as I'd intended to. The past eight weeks may have been somewhat predictable due to circumstances, but I did read many books, I got closer to Sheila and Pam my sis in laws, I delighted more than ever in my talks with Allison and Annie, and I even lost some weight.
I got a haircut/trim and noticed I don't look bad for a woman nearing 60 except for the weight. I made some real promises to myself that when I am ambulatory again I will be there for those who need me with no excuses of bad knees or inability to get out because its difficult sometimes to do so with Amy. No more excuses I like to call it.

Ok this is getting old and my right hand is now numb another new glitch in the ongoing saga of a deteriorating body. But we're all in the same boat, just in different parts of the voyage. yay me!! yay life!!