Been spending the day sitting at my kitchen table facing the picture window. Front door is open to let in fresh air. When I can’t be out and about this is the next best thing. I always have odds and ends around to work on. Pictures today from Snapfish. I take the ones I really like and make note cards out of them to give to friends. Usually flowers, prairie, badlands, something that speaks to me. So those arrived and I have them sorted to give as thank yous for the friends who have taken such good care of me these past weeks.
On April 5th, the day after Easter I was out for a walk, caught my toe in a crack in the sidewalk and down I went. Broke my kneecap. When I spoke to the orthopedic surgeon she said, “Well, if you were younger I would probably do surgery. You would have more years of stress on it, but since you are older. . .” I tuned her out right there! Ok, I get it! I am old. So I have had 4 weeks of keeping my knee stiff, no pressure. X-rays show it is healing so two more weeks of being housebound and then more freedom!
I moaned that after 18 months of rehab from hip replacement and Co-vid quarantine and now knee rehab I am getting to be like a hermit. In the Middle Ages there was a saint Julian who was the abbess of Norwich in England. She was an anchoress which meant she was shut into a small cottage and stayed there praying and writing. It was said she had visions. While I would not doubt her visions, if I stay cooped up much longer I will start to see things as well!! Patience, patience!!
I did limp around outside a little today and still holding on to things I did pretty well. Always a tendency to push it when you get close to the end.
The prairies are so dry this year. We had no fall rains, no snow and now no Spring rains. A cousin in South Dakota has sold his cattle because he doesn’t have feed for them — grass. He sold them further away in the hopes of getting a better price in places where people have moisture and grass to feed. Worrisome times.
The State Legislature has ended their session. It was a tough year for a lot of important issues that relate to people and their welfare. Voting rights is a big one. I know that is the same all over. I am not sure what people think they are protecting themselves from — just protection from Democrats, maybe? Of course what I see is that people are afraid they are losing their culture — white, guns, Christian conservative. The liberals have been demonized to the point I don’t know how to even use the term anymore when I describe myself.
Been looking at the green and growing stuff around the house. I have lots of perennials. I think last winter was really hard on them. The weather would warm up and then freeze. My rose bushes are really not doing anything and usually my Winnipeg Parks red rose is the first of the bloomers. The bushes look a little sad as well. Last year I lost several things to blight. My remaining lilac bush looks pretty good so I am hoping that is a keeper.
River is way down. Some of the pipes that draw from the river are now exposed because the water level is so low and just a couple of years ago there was flooding when the ice went out. This year — nothing.
One of the things I enjoy doing is poking around in musty, dusty old records. The local museum gave me some things to work on while I was laid up. When all you can do is sit that is the time for sifting through old papers and letters. One box came from a lady who came to Glendive with her parents in 1881 when the railroad was built. Hers is a wonderful story of dedication to the community in many different ways. One story she related in these files was when she was married to a rancher. Indians were still wandering off the reservation from time to time. One incident she told was how her husband and all the cowhands assured her that if the Indians broke into the house rather than see her kidnapped they would shoot her! My first thought was, “Doesn’t she get anything to say in this matter?” I would have said, “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen but don’t get in too big a hurry to shoot me.”
Another woman with strong ties to the Democratic Party had a pass in her papers to Fort Peck Dam when Franklin Roosevelt traveled to Montana to see the dam. That allowed her to get close to the president. A real piece of history.