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messy Monday

Today was one of the days I took a relative to a medical appointment. We were heading into the rehab/recreation area at WakeMed. Coming off the wheelchair ramp I decided to cut through an area, my foot hit the slight raised area (which I didn't see because I was reading signs), and my ankle turned. Before I knew what happened I was on my knees with my purse and hair hanging over my head. It took me a minute to get up, and by the time I was standing two therapists were by my side wanting to know if I needed help or needed to be checked out. I told them I was fine. One of them didn't believe me and said she wanted to see me walk before she left. By this point I am VERY embarrassed, and told her I was okay, just a skinned knee, and I needed to get my balance before moving. I told Bobby I should have told her the only thing hurt was my pride. And while my knee is a tad sore, I am thankful it was on a carpeted area.

Meanwhile construction workers started putting up the privacy fence between us and the school. Bobby requested a chain link fence when permits/approval of the building process started since Garner was demanding a walkway which bordered on our property line. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of a chain link fence, but since the school was paying and I don't blame them for wanting to keep costs down, I didn't say much (other than to my husband). But for whatever reason, they're actually building a fence with treated wood. I'm thankful for that, and they're certainly doing a great and thorough job. But one of my taller crepe myrtles was too far over the property line, and they chopped it down. Had I known, I would have dug it up this morning. But the school did pay us for one crepe myrtle. We thought they'd take the one planted on the new right-of-way. They left it, and took out this one instead. And after putting up a new garden fence last spring, it looks like there will not be about 12" between the fence and the garden. A part of me hates I put the fence up, but I know if we had waited the chickens would have dug up/eaten most of the produce. Nothing is more frustrating than knowing you have one more week to picking beans and going out and seeing the birds have scratched up the plants and all your work is for naught.

One of the quilt groups I belong to started the new year tonight (our first meeting was cancelled due to the ice/snow 2 weeks ago). I still haven't finished the quilt top from last year's group, but went ahead and started the new project. This year doesn't seem to be as complicated, so I think if I continue to work at home on the old one and save the new one for class I might be able to get both of them done before the year is out. Hopefully I'll be posting pictures of both soon.

It's hard to believe January is almost over. Mentally it makes me feel old to say time is simply passing too fast and I want it all to slow done. My 18 year old self thought that was crazy old people talk. Now, it's my reality. I guess I'm officially old.

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