Me. Not Spot. It seems like this last year was a major difference in my movement, mental sharpness, and eyesight. Aging isn't graceful if you attempt something you've always done, and instead make a herky-jerky movement while letting out a yelp. My husband never had to help me up from a booth in a restaurant, but now he automatically gives me that special grip the aides showed us to use when getting mom out of a chair. I used to be up and out at the car before he opened the door. Now, I feel like I drank glue instead of coffee. And what's with the grunt and yelps? That's not polite. But if no one objects to the young people next to us using obscenities I guess my yelps are acceptable. Something tells me those yelps will soon be embellished with those other words. My face plant last summer is catching up with my knees. NEVER had any problems before. Now my ankles are stiff and painful too. My right hand can't even open a jar. What's happening? Why so quick? Geez. It's bad enough that Menopause invaded my mental condition, moods, patience, mouth, emotions, and attitude, now arthritis is doing the same to the physical parts! I mentioned before that I used to walk in 4" heels on ice and now I can only manage flats on dry pavement which is fine, but I'm walking like a caveman in Hush Puppies. HUSH PUPPIES!!!! The shoes I swore I would never wear. Elastic waist pants. What!! Tell me it isn't so. But it is.
OK. Getting on track to what I had planned to post ...
I don't like the Spot sack I inked so I will start stitching. The design would make a great bag to hang with my collection but I also like it framed, so I am not using osnaburg. Linen will allow me to choose either finish. My jaw is so swollen it hurts to look down so I'm not sure I can start it yet. That's another thing - jowls! They were already hanging lower than my earrings so this swelling is way down there. Still can't open my mouth and most healthy food is large. Chocolate is flat. Choceur dark chocolate bar from Aldi's is the current indulgence. And one more thing. I answered an email this morning and mentioned that my husband says I am always right. Now wait a minute. If I'm always right, then he's always wrong, so does that mean he is wrong when he says I am always right? Because if I am, then he is right, and I can't have that.
Don't forget to leave your name for the heart drawing this evening. I can't believe how many comments have NOT come through to my email, but I did get them all noted and ready to enter into Random. Get with it Blogger. Got glue in your joints???