Back to the future

Moving carefully the last few days; I did a number on my back in that twist-and-fall while planting the tree, quite mindful at the same time that I got off easy, all things considering.

I am motivated to take good care of it. Parker and Hudson won’t have to wave hi through the computer screens next week,  they’re going to be here. I cannot wait to hug my grandbabies and their parents. A big Tonka digger truck is ready next to the toy basket and Parker will tell you the type of truck that’s in it. Knitted animals by LauraN and Diana.

Theoretically we’re getting long-overdue recarpeting done before then. We really should paint that one wall first. In reality, any possibility of my helping move furniture is completely gone for now–as we wait for an upgraded quote.

There’s this long-accumulated  wisdom learned via lupus flare after lupus flare after Crohn’s flare that sometimes, it’s okay to just let things be as they are and not be too fussy over the things that don’t matter.

And sometimes we just plain need to get a move-on here, folks.