My Lost and Found Weekend...

As some of you who followed my blog during my retirement phase know, this past week was supposed to be the beginning of a wonderful vacation for Gary, my husband, and I. We were travelling to North Carolina to visit my niece,  Bridget, tour some of South Carolina's hot spots and I was taking classes with "Joanne Sharpe at Donna Downey's studio. Be still my heart.

Months long and best laid plans often go awry.

Beginning of June, after a long day of yard work, I had only a little more mowing to do. I was hot, tired and the dumb lawn mower wasn't cooperating. We have a bumpy yard and the very heavy
self propelled mower often has plans of its own. I wrestled it over a hump, lifting up the back end while standing on uneven ground. I felt something pop in my right foot and something felt like it tore around the arthritis in my left foot. So, for the next 2 weeks I hobbled around in pain. These weeks included my nephew's wedding where I tried to wear high heels and managed to dance a few numbers with my husband and my son, Chris.

Fast forward to two weeks ago, in fact 5 days before we are leaving on our wonderful trip. Gary has been going to the foot doctor for years because of  his diabetic problems-I ask the doctor about my feet because I am still in a great deal of discomfort. Dr. Atlas x-rays and finds that I have an old break in my index toe, a bone chip and I have now torn tissue around this. He tapes it up and I have to wear a cam boot on it until I see him next. That's the right foot.

I have injured all around the arthritis in my left foot which he swaddles up in foam padding, gauze and elastic wrapping so I can't put any shoe on it. Had to get a post op boot for that foot.
So I have been clumping around for two weeks with these uneven, black (stylish) boots.

Since Gary and I were going to share the driving, we can't go on the trip. I can't go to the much anticipated classes. I am heartbroken for awhile but truth be told, I was feeling so miserable that it was just as well. When your feet hurt, everything hurts. And wearing those boots is tiring.

You may ask what all of this has to do with the photos that are on this page. DJ stayed over the Friday night that I should have been taking my first class. I made it into a class for the two of us. We painted bird houses. Now,  DJ is a very busy person, sometimes hard to settle on one thing for very long, but, we painted for about 2 hours straight without him fidgeting. I am so glad I didn't miss that.

He painted 3 houses, 2 Friday night and one Saturday am. Gave the purple one to his Mom, she loves the color purple. The one with the red roof, that's for himself. The one with the aqua front is for his dad.

The houses in the front are the ones I painted. I will always treasure these houses because of the night we had together.

And, as it turns out, Joanne Sharpe was stuck in the Detroit airport and never did teach the Friday night class down in Donna's studio. Sometimes things work out in the strangest ways.

So, one of these days, I will get to Donna's studio and I will take classes from Joanne, but, DJ is only 71/2 once and I am so glad I am here to see it.

I'll let you know how my feet are after Friday's appointment.

Thanks for stopping by.