Composite Posting

Well, it seems like a lot has happened since my last post. Where does the time go? Of course, I vacillate between wanting it to go away and wanting time to stop.

I had my appt. with my orthopedist today. I thought we had it narrowed down to surgery or surgery but Dr. Barhill put a little different spin on it. He knows my husband well and knows he requires a great deal of my time and attention. He suggested that we try the cortisone injections again. If I have no relief, he wants to give me a second injection in 2 weeks. If I have relief, he wants to give a second injection in 4-6 weeks. He said the site of the injection, the AC joint is hard to hit but if he manages to get it, he's hopeful that we might be able to avoid surgery. And so, I grit my teeth and it hopefully wormed its way into the exact spot today.

My Monday night painting classes are always the highlight of my week. The project we are doing is turning out so well for everyone of my students. I'm so proud of them and how far they have come. Maybe I'll remember to get a class shot of everyone's Hoppy Easter Plaque to show you!

Last week my Etsy purse arrived from 'Gardenhouse'. You know how you fret when you purchase something from a small picture. It looks precious but what if it isn't well made. I love handmade items. I have made so many myself over the years and I have certain expectations of what I do and of those I teach to paint for themselves and others. My expectations were met. The purse is cute, well-made, and I've had at least a dozen people ask where I got it. I love Etsy!




And today---my lurking angels have been at it again. Dee O'Gorman recovering from neck surgery herself, had her mother who was visiting, make the most Divine meatloaf for me last Thursday. I split it with Mom and we all chowed down. And one of the principals that I used to work with, Peggy Frost, called today as I was leaving work to let me know she was leaving lasagna for me on the porch. I got home shortly after she left it still piping hot. Again, Mom gets a homemade lunch also. It is Divine. It is also Divine not to have the scurrying around to get supper on the table before Trent goes to bed at 7:00. I used to feel so bad about accepting things but I've begun to realize that no matter how small or great the gesture, I breathe when they happen. I'm strung so tight so often with the have-to-dos that when those angels swoop in I'm able to BREATHE! Thank you so much. I am so blessed.