I prefer to gad about the world barefoot, or at least my own little chunk of the world, more generally referred to as "the house." Yet, this predilection goes beyond my front door in my choice of shoe wear. Since I don' t have a formal job, I have no need of formal shoes and generally, those black dress shoes I brought from Calgary stay well back in the dusty corners of my closet. I have crocs and casual runners for outdoors, neither of which actually need a pair of socks. Maybe it's the socks I protest against.
Which is a preamble to where I find myself today. Six years of not having to ever put on a decent pair of shoes has resulted in plantar fasciitus. Really? Cold reality has crept into my world of awesome, bringing some pretty debilitating days. Without whining and snivelling, which I'm sure my husband has heard a great deal, I'm in rehabilitative therapy at the moment.
Part of which includes foot massage. I've always enjoyed reflexology .. in Calgary, I'd indulge myself on the way home with stop-ins to a spa that always seemed to have a massage therapist ready to give me half an hour of heaven. So there is an upside to this as well!
Anyway, I've had some pretty bleak days as I try to imagine a world without pain, where the simple act of dropping your feet on the floor in the morning doesn't come with a reminder that your feet are attached to your body. Most of us don't think about it. I'm working on getting back there. Okay, so maybe a teensy bit of whining.
So that's why I've not been blogging. Need to get a happy on before I sit at the keys.
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| Even the Burberry puts on a Christmas show in December |
December this year has actually been good to us. Carefully saved coins (loonies and toonies, right down to the pennies)! over the last three years went into a Christmas gift that Bruce and I chose on the 27th during the Boxing Day craziness at Future Shop. So our new flat screen will be delivered on the 7th of January, hooked up and ready to roll by the time the delivery folks leave.
I spoke with my Dad this month .. I've been a particularly bad daughter about not calling him often enough, which happens come summer when he's busy working. He's up with the sun in the morning and I ... am a nocturnal person generally. And then I get out of the habit and .. excuses, excuses. So yea, we talked. It appears that he has a new lady in his life and he's happy and accepted into her family as well. That makes me very happy too.
I've spoken with all my brothers this month, over Christmas day calls and emails or birthday greets back and forth with Larry. We called and sang a Christmas carol for Kelly who was on the road between the north pole and Leslieville.
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| Gotta love a display like this in December! |
We laughed a lot on our annual birthday call with Melvin. Man, we miss him and Sandy. They are such great friends. I'm looking forward to the New Year's call.
We helped Cécile and Richard move into their new place. Gone is the house beside the ocean where we lounged about on sunny afternoons. The new one still has an ocean view, but is within walking distance of our house and is not full of the drafts and catch-basins of the old place. It has a natural lawn that won't need much attention and a bit of a nautical theme with the roped deck and mooring pole flower bed. We're already calling their tiny garden shed "the boat house." Cécile's driftwood collection will be right at home there.
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| Why yes, that house across the street IS pink and grey. |
So I bring this blog to its 2011 close and wish you a great New Year's festivity however you like to do it ... polar bear swims here are somewhat of a 'thing,' but I think I'll pass on leaving various bits of skin stuck to the ice. *grin*
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