Oh you guys. I know it's been awhile. You know how I know? Because my friend Rachel posted on my Facebook page that my blog is collecting cobwebs. And because my Dad liked her post. And because a person who follows the blog but I don't actually know in real life emailed to ask if I was still alive and kicking. I took this photo across the street which is a metaphor for my current situation:
Things are torn up and there is some evidence of messy work, but it looks like a ghost town on close inspection. You just have to take my (or the sign's) word for it that anything will happen anytime soon.
Yeah. I'm alive. Not kicking, per se, but I am getting out and about a little bit. Today marks six weeks post-surgery. A good friend, who is blessed with a car and driver provided by her husband's employer, has in turn blessed me by gifting the car and driver to me for a month while her family is on home leave back in Canada. This has helped immensely to ease me back out into the outside world. I'm not strong enough to manage the subway, and taxi drivers are insane with the braking and swerving and accelerating which makes me want to stay in my safe little (stationary) home right now. I've been taking little trips to the big grocery stores to stock up on things to fill the car's trunk, and walk the aisles with the help of my oldest son who has accompanied me everywhere, doing 100% of the lifting and carrying. I marvel at his sudden maturity with all this, and am reminded that given a challenge, children are always more capable of stepping up than we give them credit.
I have a few posts in a rough stage right now (including my tale of the hospital stay), but started two projects that have captured my attention. One is painting ten 20x20 cm canvases (I've looked and looked for something specific and when I couldn't find it, decided to just do it myself by golly), and the other is completely tearing apart our home office to purge and reorganize. This is a huge challenge. No, I'm not actually doing much physical work, my heavy lifting watch dog Nathan ensures that I lift nothing, but it does require lots of sorting and figuring out how to make things functional.
We move, on average, every twelve months, so I've never really had to do "spring cleaning." We just pack everything up and move. Knowing we're here for at least a few more years means I need to stop living in a perpetual state of organizational survival and instead move toward something that makes life easier. This is not a simple task as I rarely have the chance to exercise the necessary muscles to make this feel like anything but a grueling marathon of sorts. However, I do have to say that both the painting and the sorting/organizing are a huge breath of fresh air after six weeks of pretty much living inside my head and doing nothing but the slow task of healing.
I'll be back soon. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy the rest of your summer, and thanks for checking in on me!