I have volunteers to help me move! Yeh!
Of course, many are about my age with similar shoulder, back, knee, and elbow problems so I’m providing Ibuprofen and hot and cold packs instead of beer and pizza.
Plus there is the technical difficulty that I may not have anywhere to move to. I did and I still might, but I also might not. That’s about as much as I want to get into it.
Good thing I have friends with couches.
Just hoping for the best. I’ve had several knock downs this week and a couple lucky breaks so I’m pulling for another lucky break.
Unfortunately, I’ll have to wait until next week to find out what’s next. My stomach is not liking this.
And I had an awesome time going out with a friend this week and ran into a friend I haven’t seen for over 5 years and made a new friend (besides the tree frog).
So whatever happens, I’m still having more fun, believe it or not, than I’ve had in a long time.
I ran across this Ani DiFranco song. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea but some of her song lyrics are the best. This is one example. I like the attitude. I like the idea of being 32 flavors. And I like the part about being a phoenix rising out of the ashes.