It is snowing. We don’t get much snow here. Maybe once or twice a season.
It started falling not long after I got up and began the morning pet chores. Feeding, doling out medication to Charlie, changing their drinking water, cleaning the cat box.
I clean it three times per day. Even though it is far back in a closet, I don’t like the idea of a litter box smelling in my apartment.
Routine, as you know, is my dear, dear friend.
I am sitting here now watching the fairly good sized flakes fall outside the French doors.
I hear a bird chirping out there somewhere. Always worry about the birds when it’s cold outside.
Ivy is watching it snow as well, comfy and warm in her cat tower. She has the perfect place to view the white flakes falling and gathering on the tree branches.
The snow has covered my potted rosemary plant. It survived last winter. Hopefully it will survive this winter as well.
There are chives in the red pot on the left. I think mint is on the right. I sure like being able to step outside and snip chives to serve with my meals.
Chives are milder than onions but still has a bit of a bite that I like to season food with.
The palms of my hands are still quite sore from the shots where they put the needle in. They are bruised looking.
My doctor called in a steroid pack and that has done more to help than anything. The left thumb is still clicking and the other fingers are still catching during the night.
But once I began the steroids the pain and swelling that was keeping my fingers stiffened all the time has lessened.
I doubt I’ll go back for more of these injections. If they make me this miserable for days I don’t really want to try that again.
Driving is hard because I have to use my fingers instead of gripping the wheel with my fingers and palms. Makes things awkward and a bit dangerous.
I had a Shipt delivery on Friday so I don’t need to go out after I picked up the prescription from the pharmacy on Friday afternoon.
I’m going to talk to my physical therapist this week about possible exercises for my fingers. I’ve also ordered one of those cushions to rest your wrists on while you type. Maybe that will ease the nerve pain I’m also always experiencing.
What I’m Currently Reading:
I began reading “Searching For Sylvie Lee” by Jean Kwok last night.
It begins with a mystery. Sylvie, the successful older daughter of the Lee family, flies to the Netherlands for one final visit with her dying grandmother. And then she vanishes.
Amy is the sheltered baby of the Lee family. She’s too young to remember a time when her parents were newly immigrated and too poor to keep Sylvie. Seven years older, Sylvie was raised by a distant relative in a faraway, foreign place. And she didn’t rejoin her family in America until age nine.
But what has happened to Sylvie? No one knows where she is. Amy and her parents are distraught and desperate for answers. Sylvie has always looked out for them. Now, it’s Amy’s turn to help. Terrified yet determined, Amy retraces her sister’s movements, flying to the last place Sylvie was seen.
But instead of simple answers, she discovers something much more valuable: the truth.
Sylvie, the golden girl, kept painful secrets. Secrets that will reveal more about Amy’s complicated family.
A deeply moving story of family, secrets, identity, and longing, Searching for Sylvie Lee is both a gripping page-turner and a sensitive portrait of an immigrant family.