It’s a rainy Saturday morning. It has rained off and on for days.
I was walking into Barnes & Noble to look through magazines yesterday and a woman coming out shielding her head said: “Well, it’s October.”
It is indeed. Still during the month of October in Oklahoma you often alternate between the air conditioning during the day and the heat at night.
Today might be different. There is a nip in the air.
I wanted to look at decorating magazines, but there was not a stool to be found, so I sat down on the floor. Upon getting up, I felt a sharp pain in my bad ankle and one in my lower back.
I wasn’t buying anything, so I hobbled on out to my car.
I had just been to Tuesday Morning, where I like to browse sometimes on weekdays because there typically aren’t many people there. And I found Ivy this cat tree.
What really compelled me to buy it was, first, the price: $29.99. And second, it was sponsored by the ASPCA. On the side (clever marketing strategy) was the story of Bruce the cat.
Some of the proceeds from the sale of the cat trees goes to the ASPCA. And you know how that tips the scales for animal lovers.
There were three. This box was the least beat up of the bunch.
This isn’t a big cat tree. But big enough to amuse Ivy for awhile, along with her two scratching posts.
So this is where Ivy eats and plays on her cat tree and stares out the window. Surely she can’t get into trouble there.
About 30 minutes ago I was sitting here with my coffee and reading emails. I was not aware that Ivy was on the sewing machine table next to me, playing with the mug of pens I keep there.
Suddenly she knocks over the lamp, and I catch it just before it hits the surface. She about gave me a heart attack with that one.
Ivy, please be good today. Mama is hobbling around on her ankle.
My dining table and chairs came late yesterday, but I haven’t taken a photo yet because it’s very overcast outside and I don’t have a light in there.
I know you’re wondering: “Why on earth don’t you have a light in your dining room?”
Well, I’ll tell you why. I had them come take the lights off the ceiling fan because they were those ugly bell shaped ones and nothing but dust collectors.
They put a new ceiling fan in my bedroom recently and I told them to put one up without lights.
I know I’ll have to clean the blades, but I can get one of those Swiffer things for that.
Walking up the step ladder (which only has two steps) can have me stuck on the couch for weeks with my ankle. So I’m trying my best to make things easy on myself.
Which is why the top 4-6 inches of my living and dining room have not been painted. It’s looked like that for a year, but I can’t get up there to do it. I thought I could manage it, but I hurt my ankle attempting to finish the job so I just left it that way.
I’ve only had to wear the ankle boot once in the last few months. Wearing the CAM boot causes me to walk lopsided and then my hip and back hurt too.
CAM stands for controlled ankle motion walking boot. And here’s what it looks like. I’ve gone through a number of them over six years time.
In case you’re a newer reader and have no idea what I’m talking about, I broke both sides of my right ankle in 2012. I’ve had two ankle surgeries since then.
I had to move here from a rent house because I couldn’t walk up the two steps there while carrying groceries.
It’s only been in the last year that I haven’t had to wear the CAM boot much at all. Before that, I wore it a good part of the time.
At night I wrap my ankle in an ice pack alternated with a heating pad for at least an hour.
Well, the babies are sleeping now. All is quiet.
The lady next door hasn’t moved in yet, but I was getting my mail yesterday and saw her get out of her Lexus SUV and start walking toward her apartment.
I yelled out that I was Brenda, her new neighbor.
I hope to get to know her because when Charlie and Linda lived there, we helped one another. Linda wasn’t able to do anything due to her health, but Charlie and I exchanged home cooked meals and helped each other in various ways.
Now there will be four single women in this four-plex. Just as I wanted.
The other two women have lived here for some years. As did Charlie and Linda. I’ve lived here four and a half years. So before now, I was the newest resident of the four.
This seems to be a pretty stable four-plex in terms of occupants. The younger people come and go, but the older folks tend to stay put. One story apartments are hard to come by.