Yesterday I was discouraged, because my foot hurt and no matter what I did with it, my body felt awkward and uncomfortable. I'm sick of not walking around and stretching myself and trying to keep the foot up. My body keeps acting up, protesting, creaking and groaning at the old age thing. I want to move more, but I must be patient. After all, this injury is a little thing, and I feel guilty complaining, but there, now I've got it off my chest!
I talked to a lot of people on the phone yesterday, and that felt good. These friends are my lifeline, and I feel anchored when I connect with them. Today is another beautiful fall day, and perhaps my foster granddaughter and I can get out a bit more. I also hope to work on some tree ornaments with her, if her focus is steady. By the time I pick her up she's pretty exhausted from school and choir practice, so I have to play it by ear. Last week she was happy enough to relax, watch a movie and draw. The best times are when she has a day off school and we can do something in the morning and have lunch. From my point of view, just talking with her is the best, but I feel I must be somewhat entertaining as well. But who am I kidding? She has a full, exciting life and I'm not really filling any holes. We have a friendship that's as long as she can remember. And she trusts me. That's enough.
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