Hoping for Rain
The forecast calls for rain and we are ready for it. The rain has passed us by too many times.
I had Dennis’ bedding under control in the laundry and decided to visit June this afternoon. She has settled into her apartment and living quite nicely. With the forecast for high winds coming with the rain, she commented that there wouldn’t be any leaf tips or branches in her schedule. I am really happy for her. She does make the best oatmeal and raisin cookies.
Dennis had an eye injection at one today. We both got home about the same time. He is down in his recliner with eyes closed. The shot leaves the eye feeling as if there are granules to blink through for a time. Knock on wood . . . that is not in my scheme of things. I have plenty on my plate for now.
Checking on my stashes in the studio, I do have enough fabric for the back of Megan’s quilt. It’s fabric that has been pre-washed and ready to use. Checking a little farther, the batting I have will also do. I do have the batting in the clothes dryer with a damp terry towel. The heat will allow for all the wrinkles to smooth out as I sandwich the top, the batting and the backing. This project is getting real. One step at a time over a period of time is making and allowing my left side, arm and hand to participate.
Activity in that left arm and left hand require nerve endings to power the muscles and tendons. Those nerves had been severely impacted by the stroke. At the very onset I had nothing for movement. Nerves take a long time to regenerate. The day I could take the thumb on my left hand and touch the little finger on the left hand was memorable . . . and it took over a month. Each day requires movement to challenge for more movement. Each day when the nerves are weary and need to regenerate, the strength in the muscles and tendon is gone. It’s time to close down for a while.
I feel so fortunate to be where I am at this point. It is “this or better.” I can be left alone in our home to do the laundry and put the bedding back on the bed . . . sweet. I still have discomfort across my upper chest, but in relationship to the layers that were cut through to allow my ribs to be pried apart for miracle hands to work their magic . . . it’s minimal. I wonder what size of a “C” clamp they used?
The winds are picking up and the skies look as if there is something brewing . . . may it be rains and not storms.