Another Day in TorC

This little anole lizard is my alter ego. Every morning I wake up stiff and sore and not able to move at all, and David helps me out of bed and into some clothes and into my wheelchair; then he wheels me across the street to the vacant lot to visit the tumbleweed and get the early morning sun. I sit there with my coffee or tea and some yogurt with homemade granola, and after about an hour, I'm hot all the way through and completely thawed out, ready to start my day! By mid-afternoon I can actually walk a little unassisted around the house. Swept the patio yesterday. Painted on a small shelf. Began knitting a cotton washcloth. Each of those things were impossibilities a year ago. And slowly, slowly I'm beginning to get myself back again. Pretty wonderful.

Let's see, what did we do today? After I thawed out, we went to a local farmer's supply place and bought flypaper. The bugs find me everywhere around here; they don't bother David at all. So maybe some flypaper....oh, who am I kidding? This is a buggy place and I've just got to go with the flow. Then we went to the post office where we got our first bills!!! We came right home and paid them on-line. While we were out we also bought another fan for the back room where the big computer is and toured the Animal Shelter Thrift Shop to see what was there. Lots of 2nd hand places in this town. Great for the budget! Came home and David made lunch; then I sat outside and read and he stayed inside and practiced some of the songs he and his ersatz band will play tomorrow morning at the Farmer's Market. Tonight we sat outside in the vacant lot and watched the incredible lightening show up Elephant Butte way. Better than fireworks!

I have a great bug story, speaking of bugs. The other day my new friend Terry was sitting on the pot when a four-inch centipede dropped out of her ceiling fan right at her feet. Of course it freaked her out and she grabbed the closest thing to her which was a bottle of toilet bowl cleaner. She just doused the thing until it drowned or was killed by the Clorox or whatever in it. Her husband was so impressed by how it had so instaneously dispatched the creep thing, that he took the cleaner outside to see if it would kill the weeds in the yard... Four-inch centipedes--I'm not in Alaska for sure....