Since I fell on my butt taking pictures nearly two weeks ago I’ve discovered life with a sprained foot isn’t easy. I have a list of chores a mile long and I can’t do most of them. But, thanks to Mr. Comfortable and Pete life with a sprained foot isn’t all bad!
The weekend didn’t go as I had planned. And because the weekend didn’t go as planned today isn’t going to either. What today was supposed to be like is going to be a little more rushed or a little more laid back. I haven’t decided. After all, it’s not quite 6 a.m. and I’ve only had one (massive) cup of coffee!
Each year I carefully note both the shortest day of the year and the longest. I do my best to be aware of the exact moment these milestones occur. These are important to me not only because of the seasonal meanings but because they signify something deeper. And the older I grow the more significant they become.
When I was just a kid I couldn’t wait to “become a woman” and that meant having my period. For me the idea of being in the same club as my older sister and my mother (who actually was going into menopause as I was eagerly awaiting my first period) seemed like the most wonderful thing ever! Then I had a period and, although I’d been prepared by my mother for the big event, it scared the hell out of me. No one could have readied me for the cramps I experienced! All through high school I’d faint, vomit, and wonder why I ever wanted this horrible curse. And throughout my entire adult life I continued to have horrible cramps.
By the time I was in my thirties I couldn’t wait for menopause.