Wednesday, July 3, 2013
My Lost and Found Weekend...
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.
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.
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.
I'll let you know how my feet are after Friday's appointment.
Thanks for stopping by.