mountainmornings posted: " Here's what happened. As you already know, I fell off the lowest rung of a bunk bed ladder in July. All my doctor buddies said, "Phew, you didn't break a hip!" As it turns out I broke one side of my pelvis, and then the other side broke due to osteoporos" MountainMornings
Here's what happened. As you already know, I fell off the lowest rung of a bunk bed ladder in July. All my doctor buddies said, "Phew, you didn't break a hip!" As it turns out I broke one side of my pelvis, and then the other side broke due to osteoporosis. Now I am walking on my own again; no need for a wheelchair or scooter, and the pink flowered walker is behind me. As Bob likes to say, "Your bones are healed." The problem is my psyche isn't.
I stopped writing on this platform because I didn't want MountainMornings to become a litany of my pain.
In retrospect I'm sorry I left everyone hanging. I've treated this blog as if it were my own newspaper column for years, never missing a deadline. I really loved synthesizing political news with personal updates. But today, I am much less of a news junkie; I start my day with coffee and Pinterest plus a little helping of a Master Class or two. My walk-in closet is finished, so the new/old/catawampus house is coming along. And I'm back in the kitchen, trying out new recipes.
Also, we've just returned from a trip to the French West Indies. Every day I'd jump step in the pool and do my physical therapy exercises - point tendu, jumping jacks, squats. And as a result, I'm so much stronger. I can tell because I don't need to sit down on the shower seat during a shower. So that's the good news.
The bad news is some of us got Covid.
But as the Rocker told his Dad, "Play the cards you're dealt." And we managed to eat at our favorite outdoor restaurants, to have delicious French food delivered to our door on the precipice of a cliff, and take a gorgeous new catamaran out in the ocean - twice. Because this small island in the Caribbean has been a family sanctuary since the Bride was the same age as her daughter. I loved seeing our Grands jump in the waves and frolic in the pool with pure joy.
One day at the supermarche, I bought Aunt Kiki the French edition of Architectural Digest. The very next day, the news broke that the latest American edition would feature a living room on the Top 100 2023 List COVER that Kiki and her team at Studio Shamshiri designed! We were all over the moon with happiness. Champagne was popped and even the Bride and Groom read the Architectural Digest story, on the beach, on her phone, since their electronics were locked in a safe. Yes, no screens on vacation for them.
We're back in rainy Nashville. Bob is suffering from Covid-related Paxlovid rebound, and I'm feeling the need to write again, which is a good sign, don't you think? Be gentle with yourselves around this holiday season. I've come to believe that moving slower, thinking longer, and worrying less about what might/could be is better for my psyche. My soul is catching up with my bones.
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