About change...

Here I am, in the middle of the night, sitting at my desk when I'd rather be sleeping.  For one thing, the apartment is cold, as it should be in the middle of the night but I just cheerfully sent my winter clothes to the locker, so my cotton robe is somewhat inadequate.

April almost!  I am looking forward to the warmer weather but I can't find any of my summer shoes.  Why do I have so many pairs of boots?  Why couldn't I find those same boots when it started getting cold in October?  Who took my summer slippers, and actually, who needs summer slippers?  What happened to bare feet in the house?

Who thinks I'm overreacting?

Life is Weird

And yes, crocheted one of these
 and wore it once

When I was in my early 60's, I started to notice that my fingers were sort of bumpy and slightly less dexterous.  That corresponded with my inability to crochet a straight line, and to apply mascara only to my lashes.  I took it well, I thought.  After all, I was getting older, and it was only to be expected that I would be affected by arthritis.  I say "affected" because I certainly didn't suffer.

A few years later, my wrists became very boney and developed a little mound---OK, helped to keep my bracelets in place.

Thursday, I woke up with a strange sharp pain in my right ear, and Yikes, it really hurt, so I called my doctor expecting to get antibiotics for an infection.  He asked me to "open wide" and we could both hear a click.  So now, I have arthritis in my jaw and the recommendation is to get used to it.

I have never, ever, heard a complaint from anyone about an arthritic jaw.  I'm not sure I've ever heard those words in the same sentence. I am not expecting this to be a hardship, and I know how lucky I have been in terms of my health, but sometimes Life is weird.