You probably thought I'd gone AWOL - drunk with birthday bliss or something. Yes dear friends, I turned 58 yesterday. Rather quietly too. First of all, it was a work day for me so that definitely put a damper on any wild partying. To make matters worse (yes, I'm about to complain) I've been suffering for awhile with a very bad ankle.
Let's back up and give a short history of this ankle. I was always a tad clumsy, and this ankle has always been a tad weak. I've sprained it more than once in my formative years. I would be in a hurry, not watching where I was going and UNGH - over it would go. But the piece de resistance was when I was in my 30's. I had a horse - a hunter jumper - that had gone lame. While he was recuperating I was riding a HUGE horse that was in the stable. His name was Chopin. And he was the biggest horse I'd ever been on. My trainer was having us jump a little course, and I got Chopin to the jump in an awkward place. He gave it a huge effort, and in the process I flew up in the air and landed spread eagle on his back. It surprised him. He took off at a dead run. I remember clearly thinking it would be a good idea to push myself off and land on my feet before I was killed. And so I did. But I landed on that weak foot, and I heard things rip. Oh man that hurt. A lot. Some how we got my boot off, and I was on crutches for awhile after that little trick. That ankle was always just a little bit fatter than the left one after that.
Fast forward about 20 years. I develop rheumatoid arthritis. This is a very annoying condition that seems to head right for the places that are weak. Like my ankle. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it likes to go torment other places, like my knees. Or my shoulder. But for the past 2 weeks it has found a home in my right ankle. I've had to stop walking in the evenings with my husband because it's getting worse. I've cried uncle and have made an appointment with a podiatrist to find out what's going on in there. Why not my rheumatologist? Because he's looked at it before and wasn't much interested in doing anything about it. (I'm looking for a new rheumatologist, by the way) ANYWAY - I've been hobbling and limping around here like a woman twice my age and I'm sick of it.
I've decided a bicycle would be a good thing to have. It doesn't bother my ankle to ride one. So that is my birthday present from L. We haven't found the right one yet, but we're going to go out and seriously look this weekend. I'm tempted to get the one designed by Missoni at Target. It's so cute and chic, but I think the real point is to get exercise and not pay extra for Missoni painted fenders. But it's tempting.
So my birthday passed quietly because I didn't feel well enough ankle-wise to do much. L took me out for a delicious, quiet dinner - just the two of us. I looked forward to it all day - just my love and me.
My granddaughter Lexi called to wish me a happy birthday. She asked me what I was doing for my birthday and I told her that Papa was going to take me to dinner. *crickets chirping* Finally she said "That's all?" Yikes - I didn't want to seem boring to her, so I told her I was going to have my party with her when I got there in a couple of weeks. WELL - right away she said we could have a tea party up in her room and that "All my dolls could join us. I have a lot of dolls, Mema." Lexi makes me laugh. I can't wait to get there.
I have some birthday money to spend (combined with the gift certificate from my coworkers) and this is what I'm thinking of getting:
Call me crazy, but I just love that pink. It'll be like a crazy neutral. All of the bags I have now are really big. And heavy. I want one that is a little bit smaller, and that will go with the wallet I bought earlier in the year. This would do it, but I'll have to go to the actual store to see them in person. I'm excited to go shopping, but my ankle isn't so sure.
I haven't seen any new pictures of our new little Skylee. I talked to mama Ronna right after I talked to Lexi, and she sounded a little bit tired - understandably so. I thought it probably wasn't a good time to hound her for pictures, so I'm trying to be patient. If nothing else, I'll take a ton of pictures when I go in a couple of weeks.
This post is turning into a mish mash. Some days are like that. No focus. All over the place. And I'm hungry so I'm not concentrating. I'll end this with a picture that L took on the last time we tried to walk down at the beach. I'm always amazed at what good pictures i-Phones take. It was (another) lovely day and the lighting was beautiful.
Every day after this picture was taken has been stinking hot - around 100 degrees, and humid for California. It has me longing for autumn. Crisp, cool nights, blue skies during the day. Halloween right around the corner. I need to get my ankle fixed so I can enjoy new babies, tea parties with Lexi, and trick or treating with Mia and Hayden later on in Massachusetts!