Saturday's Moments

We are cautiously optimistic that The Fiance will continue to be stable and progress towards recovery. This morning everyone is scrambling to take care of those little things that life demands: haircuts, showers, laundry, dr. appointments.

I hope to at least drive into the city with Mr Pom and leave The Princess off at the hospital where she will do her overnight rotation with her sweetie.

I am frustrated not to be able to be with her, but the last thing the need is to worry about where I would sit and if I could walk from here to there.

I am doing splendidly with my new knee. Even my physical therapist said that it was remarkable that it was only my third visit and I was so much better than I was on Monday.

I am filling in my days with working on three journals: one is a large scrapbook sort, filled with tear outs of house ideas and wonderful drawing opportunites; the other is a juicy square journal with heavy paper in which I paint more tear out scenes; the last is my usual daily journal, covered in pen and ink sketches, some watercolors, scraps of paper, glued in cards, etc. It's delightful to have time to work on them all. I keep the journals and portfolios full of tear sheets and glue sticks and my watercolors in a big burlap bag from a home boutqiue on the Cape.

I have two major projects that I have planned to work on while I am home. I haven't touched them yet. The first week I was too much in recovery mode. This week, well, it has been a spinning top and I am not capable of more than getting to p/t, napping, and mindlessly glue sticking pretty pictures and silly pencil sketches.

This morning, all is good. And that is all we can do but stay in the present and notice the peonies have budded, the lavender has greened up, and the lily of the valley is blooming all over the garden.

I may not respond to each and every comment your have left, but please know that each and every one has gone straight to my heart with your concern and care. I am a very strong believer in the power of prayer and I will always be happy to be added to your own prayer lists when you need another voice lifted in support.

May your Saturday be blessed with ordinariness.

 

Love,

 

Mrs. Pom