Gracious me. Life is busy. Woke up late, which seems to be my habit of a Friday. The week catches up with me by then, and you'll usually find me sleeping in after the kids have gotten up. Oh well, least it probably prevents my head from exploding, yes?
Took my mom to her 1pm physical therapy session, and while she seemed a bit anxious when we got there, by the time she was done, her whole mood had changed. Got her endorphins kicking in, most likely. And she was standing up straighter and even her speech was clearer. I read a book lately with an elderly character having a fall and a broken arm as well, and the author mentioned her voice being shaky after the accident. I've noticed that about my mom as well---when she feels unsure, her words are a bit trembly. Not so after the therapy. She goes again twice next week and we'll see after that how much more help will be necessary.
Now the weekend spills out ahead of me and with the temperatures to be around 80, I think we're in for a delightful couple of days. Groceries are in the house, the clothes are all washed (for now!), and I feel hopeful. Can't see very far ahead of me what God has planned, but He provided for our 'literal' daily bread in a very sweet way for the weekend and for that, I'm very grateful.
One last thing...hope you enjoy the header photo. Every spring, oldest daughter brings me a bouquet of wisteria and Lady Bank's roses from the antique shop where she works. Every year she does this, and I look forward to it every time. This year I just plopped them into the turquoise Mason jar without any arranging, stuck it on the bookshelf, and they instantly made the room look prettier. Gary took the photo, which required no tweaking at all. Just perfection as it was. :)
Must go now. Take care.
