Being flexible is not one of my strengths. Having been raised as a princess by my father, I want what I want, when I want it. I’m not someone who likes to be interrupted. My friend Pete posted the blog’s headline on his Facebook page yesterday. I believe it was my favorite post of the day.
Pete’s post gave me something to work on yesterday. I had the opportunity to be flexible just a couple hours later. Ron called to discuss a business situation. I wasn’t pleased because it wasn’t exactly how I wanted to handle the situation. But I thought of Pete’s post and made the decision to be flexible, and thus not get bent out of shape.
I took a shower and thought of Mom. Taking a shower is not a necessity during the pandemic. I’ve had more conversations with people, who like me, are taking less showers than they used too.
Something that may never happen again: toilet paper costs more than a gallon of gasoline.
Yesterday was a wonderful day. Ron worked. I Zoomed with two of my dearest friends over morning coffee. I studied for my final. I took a bike ride. Gratefully, I still have some work I get to do. And then I started a puzzle, lent to me by my friend Penney.
My Tuesday evenings have been filled with my “Paul Prayers.” A group of women who mean the world to me: Lori, Karen, Susan, Melissa, Heather, Wendy, and Crystal. I would never in a million years have thought I would be able to bring them all together.
I thank God for Zoom in the midst of this pandemic. Zoom allows me to spend my Tuesday evenings with women who don’t live in the same state, are from different parts of my life, and otherwise would never have met. I would not have thought of doing this if it wasn’t for social isolation. Our hourly meetings have become a highlight of my week. Who would have ever thought?
I finished watching Unbelievable. The story is truly Unbelievable:
Ron and I ended our evening with an adult beverage in the hot tub. Ron bought the hot tub for me because I couldn’t walk. I was in so much pain with my Achilles, he couldn’t stand it. We went on vacation a couple of years ago at Hilton Head Island when the pain was at its worst. I was doing an intensive tennis coach’s training week. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to do it. I had braces, wraps and numbing lotions to help me with the pain. The house we rented had a hot tub. Every day after training, I came home and got in the hot tub. I would massage my Achilles on the jet until the pain went away. By the end of the week, I was walking better than I had been in months. We came home from vacation, four days later, Ron bought the hot tub. We now consider it one of the best purchases we have ever made. Our old, aching bones are healed in its waters.