That's where I've been for the past few days... slap dab stir crazy.
I'm not one for sitting around - that's for sure - and even though I know I have to in order to heal after my surgery last Thursday, my brain is having a hard time with it. Recovery has been slow and uncomfortable, but not too painful. I can't lift much of anything or move around other than walk a bit. I am definitely getting better though because this morning I walked down to the garden... very slowly... for the first time since before my surgery. Poor neglected thing... it needs weeding desperately and some hands-on time with the vining plants in particular, but Mike doesn't have the time and I don't have the energy. I took a few pictures while down there.
Here are two of my Poona Kheera cucumbers that I started from seed:
And yes, they are supposed to look that way! We're going to eat them tonight.
Here are some of the Roma tomatoes getting under way...
And some turban squash blossoms...
I wasn't able to stay in the garden very long as it plain wore me out. Healing sure takes most of the energy out of a body, I must say. I'm feeling pretty good today, which I'm ecstatic about because I just don't think I could have taken another day sitting around and watching old movies and reading. Matter of fact, I've not really gotten into reading because it took more effort than I had to hold the book. And today I just don't feel like reading a book.
This is the first day I have what it takes to even sit at the computer!
Mike is busy setting up his business, but is only minutes away if I need him. Things are progressing there quite well and he's excited. He called me on the way home yesterday to report that he just saw a black bear crossing the road at almost the same time he nearly hit a deer.
Sophie, our sweet and loving adopted cat, has been outside a lot while I've been at home - enjoying herself immensely. But she has started bringing creatures into the cabin... beginning with a beautiful striped lizard that I saved from her clutches, a huge grasshopper which she devoured completely and a small, terrified bird who I was able to rescue before it was hurt too badly. What next? She is becoming a huntress and I'm not thrilled.
And yesterday when I was on our deck looking at the neighbor's acreage, I saw a small black cat walking through it. Could it be Zena? I don't know, but it sure made me wonder. If it is, I must say that she is most rude for not stopping by and saying hello.
I feel as though my brain still has some of the anesthesia flowing about in it because I am not very clear-headed yet. Kinda foggy...
So far my hair seems okay though it's been pretty much ignored for a week. I don't think any fell out! I wore it in a braid to surgery and it remained that way for several days. It was a mess, but it kept it from getting too tangled. The closer I am getting to retirement the more I am thinking about switching from chemical color to henna. For now though... I'm just keeping it pulled back and out of the way in a low messy bun. I am thinking again of letting it grow to terminal length since I'll be retiring. I need to take some hair update pictures. That last shot of me in my overalls makes me look super skinny, which I am not, and my hair all scraggly, which I don't think it is. Yes, update pictures soon.
But for now, I must get off the computer and catch my breath. But before I go... thank you everyone for your prayers, guardian angels and a good vibes sent my way for my surgery. I reckon it's not my time to go yet 'cause I'm still here... and I'm glad about that.