This morning I woke up at 8. It’s 10 am and I have already:
- had bad back pain and gotten Eric to rub my back before putting on the three-times-a-day pain lotion
- slathered my fingers with another kind of pain lotion because they hurt in a bad-cold sort of way
- thrown up out of nowhere
- tripped on the walker I was leaving at the top of the stairs, had nothing to grab or break my fall with, and landed flat on the floor kind of howling
- wondered, at the end of all this, why am I hanging in…
Maybe soon it will be time for breakfast?
Yesterday we went to Shivani and Jon’s wedding. This sounds simple but it wasn’t, and almost all the ahead-of-time detail work that made it as simple as possible for me was thought of and executed by Eric with generosity and self-motivation. I am lucky in my long-ago choice of partner, for sure.
The wedding was at 11 am by the side of Ooms Pond. It was a chilly summer morning but, politely, it only rained for the actual ceremony, not the waiting time before or after. It was a light rain and its biggest annoyance was that its noise on umbrellas made it hard to hear the vows.
I sat in a big collapsible chair borrowed from Emilie and tried to take some interesting pictures. I got wet but not too cold and was very, very glad to be there and feeling all right (other than tired).
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Sounds like a very rough morning for you and Eric. I’m so sorry. Sending love. xoxo
What a horrible and unhappy morning. I hope the enjoyment of the wedding the day before offered some bit of balance.
Perhaps time to start writing the grown-up edition of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Or Month. Or Year.
Hmm, I don’t look back on that day as horrible, rough,or unhappy. Maybe that’s why I told about it in two separate posts? The morning and its trials was just…well, that’s how it goes for me these days but it was an overwhelmingly larger than usual number of events* strung close together. The frustration and getting hurt is par for the course these days and boring to think and talk about, so I don’t.
*I am losing vocabulary so I invent these strings of words that kind of get close to the idea whose word I can no longer find in my brain.