Why I Threatened My Foot

My right foot is under strict orders to clean up its act or else.  I'm having trouble with plantar fasciitis, a very painful foot condition where the plantar tendon on the bottom of the foot isn't working right and causes pain in the heel.  I first had this about 14 years ago when I was still working as a teacher.  Poor support in my shoes and a classroom that had cheap carpet on top of concrete, a bad mixture.  Took almost a year to clear it up.  Orthopedic shoes, shoe inserts, orders to never go bare footed or walk up hills.
About 6 weeks ago I started having trouble again, I trace it to an evening we were running about the cobblestone streets of Savannah and I was wearing boots that had little or no support.  The pain had steadily gotten worse and I finally broke down and went to the Doctor.  He had an x-ray done, which wouldn't show the plantar but would show any other problems.  It turned out I have a heel spur and some arthritis in the ankle.  So I sleeping with a foot splint to keep the plantar stretched, have new inserts in my shoes, do stretches, slather my foot in Aspercream and soak my foot in our whirlpool tub.
It is getting better, but with plantar it's a long, slow slog.   The foot knows I mean business, so it's trying.  I have a brother-in-law who's had trouble with this condition, had surgery to release the plantar, 2 more surgeries to remove scar tissue and after nearly 3 years is unable to walk more than a few steps.  So I take this seriously and will do whatever, short of surgery, to help it get better.

This is my night time splint, looks like a medieval torture device doesn't  it?  It's actually not too bad to sleep in and if it helps then I'll stick with it.

Grumpy Old Lady Time

Time for a little old lady rant.

Note to the new nurse in my Doctor's office, ditch the perfume.  I was only there because I was having trouble with my foot.  If I'd been sick your perfume would have done me in.

To my neighbors, many of whom have lived in this neighborhood for 25 years or more, there are no sidewalks here , never have been .  So when people walk here they walk in the street.  The posted speed limit is 20 mph, try it some time so we don't have to dodge you.

Advice to my foot, you better shape up or drastic measures will be taken and you won't like them.  The evil looking night splint came in today and I have a feeling it's going to make you very unhappy.

Enough ranting, have a great Memorial Day Weekend.

Five on Friday

I'm joining in with Amy at Love Made My Home and others for Five on Friday.  Running late this week, my piano tuner was here this morning and I got behind.  But my piano sounds wonderful again.  We talked about me getting a baby grand, which I want, but just not yet.
This week's Five has to do with books, surprise, surprise.  I'm a big fan of books about English history and culture,  both nonfiction and fiction.

My first real introduction to English history was through a series of books written by Thomas B. Costain a Canadian  author who began writing historical novels when he was 57.  He wrote, among others, The Silver Chalice, The Black Rose, Below the Salt, and the ones that hooked me on English history: The Conquering Family, The Magnificent Century, The Three Edwards and The Last Plantagenets.   This is where my deep fascination with Richard III began.

Another series that I've read, reread and read again is The Camulod Chronicles a fictionalized account of King Arthur by Jack Whyte.  It begins long before Arthur's birth with Merlin.

The legend of King Arthur has fascinated me all my life and I think this is the best series ever written about him.

The third, and again, one that I've read and reread is T. H. White's The Once and Future King .  Another retelling of the Arthurian legend.  Disney adapted this book to make The Sword in the Stone, but this book is so much better than that.

The fourth is Bill Bryson's Mother Tongue, how English became English.  When I become frustrated with how words are pronounced I reread this one and have a chuckle of two.  Bill Bryson is among my favorite authors.

And the fifth is William Manchester's 3 volume  The Last Lion, a 3 volume biography of Winston Churchill.  The first volume was over a 1,000 pages and I found it utterly fascinating.  It went from his birth to the 1930's.  I'm getting ready to start the second volume that will carry through the second world war.

These books represent just a small part of my obsession with England.  Click on the icon below to see the others who are blogging on Friday.

Tuesday Was Better

No need to call out the bug removal squad today, house appeared to be insect free.  I went in the pool for the first time this year, it was 92º and on our deck even warmer.  Couldn't find my swimsuit, I suspect I threw it out last year it was a bit faded and saggy from sun, chlorine and me.  So I swam in shorts and a top.  You couldn't hear my scream more than a few blocks so the water wasn't too bad.
We ate lettuce from the garden today, if it gets much warmer it will all die as will the peas.

One of Mac's Box Turtles

Gardenias

Gladiola and Buddleia

Lettuce

Buddleia with Butterflies

More Lilies

Our neighbor's Magnolia tree

Lantana

Blue Hydrangea

Pink Hydrangea

Mac was busy transplanting tomatoes and hollyhocks, now he has everything out of the greenhouse.  I guess we're ready for summer.

Been That Kind of Day

Melted a spatula in the oven while cooking today, lovely smell.  Yes I know I shouldn't keep them in the oven, but that way I always know where they are or where they were in this case.  RIP spatula.  Then the cat trapped a wolf spider over by the pantry, scooped her up so she wouldn't be playing with it and yelled for Mac.  He carried it outside.   Then going into the dining room he found a centipede that Miss Kitty had already played to death.  And it's only Monday.

LInk

People are having trouble following the link I put in for Names, so I'll try doing it again.  It will lead you to the Modern Mrs. Darcy blog and on that blog you'll find her post for May 16 entitled Links I Love and What's On My Nightstand.  The third bullet down will take you to the Name page.  It's in Time magazine, but I don't know how to find it through Time.
Hope that helps.

Names

I always find it fascinating the way names come into and out of fashion.  For instance the five most popular boy and girl names right now, here in the States, are:

1	Liam	Emma
2	Noah	Olivia
3	Mason	Sophia
4	Ethan	Ava
5	Logan	Isabella Yesterday when I was reading Modern Mrs. Darcy post about favorite links I found a link to find out what my name would be if I had been  born in each decade.  When I was born my name was the 21st most popular name.  So using that they showed the 21st most popular name for each decade.  Here's what I would have ended up with: My name today would be Grace My 2000s name is Alexandra My 1990s name is Crystal My 1980s name is Erica My 1970s name is Barbara My 1960s name is Laurie My 1950s name is Marilyn My 1940s name is Ann My 1930s name is Marjorie My 1920s name is Edith My 1910s name is Lucille My 1900s name is Sarah My 1890s name is Cora Grace, Alexandra and Erica would have been ok, the rest of these names I would have hated.  What would your name be if you had been born in a different decade?

You're Painting Scarlet Johansson?

Mac was bored, he'd finished his last painting and didn't know what he wanted to paint so he was trolling around the internet looking for inspiration.  He found a site where someone had done a copy of Vermeer's The Girl With a  Pearl Earring and decided he could do a better job of it.  I think he did.
As to the Scarlet Johansson reference, that has two sources.  She starred in the movie The Girl With a Pearl Earring.  But funnier to us was the reference to Scarlet in the movie St.Trinian's (2007 edition), where when the girls decide to steal this painting to get money to save St.Trinian's, the Posh Totties take one look at it and exclaim, " You're going to steal Scarlet Johansson?"  Funny, funny movie.
He's now looking for something else to paint.

Five on Friday

I thought it might be fun to head down memory lane on this Five on Friday.  Below are some photos of me through the ages and I do mean ages.

The first was taken at Easter when we were living in Kansas City, Missouri, I would have been 3 or 4.

The next picture is also from when we were living in Kansas City.  I don't remember these times at all, but in this picture I would have been 5.  I'm on the right, that's my older sister J on the left.

The next picture is from when we we're living in Dell City, Oklahoma, that's just outside of Oklahoma City.  I would have been around 7.

The next picture was taken when we lived in Hayward, California, I would have been 11.

The next was taken when I was all dressed up for our graduation from Middle School (though it was called Junior High back then) Dance.

The last photo is me getting my diploma when I graduated from college.  I started in my 20's, but didn't finish until our daughter graduated.  She, Mac and I all graduated within a week of each other.

My college was Augusta College, part of the University of Georgia system.  We were living in Martinez, Georgia.

In nearly all of my photos I'm "smirking", I don't think I have ever learned how to relax when I'm having my picture taken.

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While We Were Gardening

We've been working out in the garden and when we came back inside this is what we found going on.  I don't want to say they were cheating, but I definitely saw aces up some "sleeves".  No one was holding aces and eights though and that's a good thing.
Out in the garden more new plants have gone in.

Marigolds by the pool which is almost ready for swimming

Dianthus, I have never seen tall round ones like this before, I want more

Variegated Pansies, Marigolds and Orange Zinnias

Canna Lily

Run Around Tuesday

Up at dawn, well not exactly dawn, but since retiring we don't do early any more.  I had an appointment with my retina specialist and his office is on the far side of Savannah.  So off we went.  Eyes were dilated, eyes had bright lights shone in them and pictures of eye interiors were taken.  All is well and stable, so a good check-up.
Next is was off to Home Depot to plant shop, slowed down only by the fact that my eyes were so dilated that seeing was a very interesting proposition.  But numerous flowers were purchased and will be planted tomorrow.
After that it was off to the commissary where loads of groceries were purchased and when we were putting them in the car Mac saw that some stupid idiot had left their dog in their car with a small bit of window rolled down.  It is up in the 90's again today.  Mac reported it to the store manager who said he was going to call the MP's.  A man was arrested here in Georgia for breaking a car window to save a hot animal, the owner showed up as the police got there and insisted he be charged, she was cited too, but probably nothing will be done to her.  Here in Georgia you can break a car window to save  a child, but not an animal, though they're working on getting that passed too. As we drove off we saw the people showed up.  What's wrong with people?  How can you leave an animal in a car on a day like this?  I'm so tired of animals being carried around like fashion accessories.
Home now, air conditioner running, groceries put up, our day is almost done.

Desperate Situations Call For Desperate Measures

We'd hoped to not use our air conditioning before June.  But yesterday was 90º and today is forecast to be 92º and by noon it was 87º here in the house.  Fans are good and we have ceiling fans in every room, even the master bathroom.  When it's this hot though all they can do is blow hot air.
We walk two miles in the morning before breakfast, I do aerobics and Mac does a couple more miles on a treadmill, so when we come in the house we need it to be reasonable.  Eighty-seven degrees is not reasonable, so the air conditioning is on.
Lunch will be a southern special:  fried chicken (no oil,  I cook it in fat-free chicken stock), corn on the cob and potato salad.  Kind of like a picnic.
It's supposed to cool down by the end of the week, I sure hope so.  The pool is almost ready to go, but not quite.

Happy Mother's Day

Though my Mother and my Mother-in-law are both gone they are still with us in our hearts and memories.
I found some early pictures of them as young mothers and thought I'd include them on this Mother's Day blog.

 

This is my Mom and Dad with my older sister, their first child.  My Mom would have been about 23.

This is my Mom with all 3 of us.  She was about 28 and looks a bit tired, having 3 kids will do that to you.  That's me the curly-headed blonde.

This is my Mother-in-law and Father-in-law, probably from the 1930's, she would have been in her 20's.

This is her holding our daughter.    We were living in Germany and she had come to see her first grandchild.  We took her to Spain where her family was from and this picture was taken on the Ramblas in Barcelona, Spain.  Her family was from a small village in western Spain, Macatera.

I was very close to my Mother-in-law, she taught me so many things.  I loved my Mother, but we were never very close.  I married at 18 and we never lived around my family again.  My Mother-in-law always came to stay with us no matter where we lived, Germany, Texas, Colorado, Georgia.  I always said that I was lucky, she was the world's best Mother-in-law.

I miss them both very much.  People who still have their Mothers should treasure them, not just today, but everyday.

Who Knew

Who knew that stitches hurt more coming out than going in?  I should have, I knew they'd numbed me to put them in.  They certainly didn't to take them out. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, one for each of the little buggers.  But they're gone and it all looks good.

Who knew that if you put a bright, white bedspread on your bed that the cat would hack up a hairball on it?  Should have known, she's been hacking them all over the house.  Here's hoping the stain comes out, I sprayed it, washed it on gentle and hung it on the clothes line as per the instructions on its tag.
Looking forward to Mother's Day tomorrow, get to Skype with our daughter and have lamb for lunch.   Only thing that could make it better would be to have her here..

Five on Friday

I was dusting this week, yes I know, how sad, and looking around for a Five on Friday post I decided to do on the Victorian and Vintage glass I collect.  Bought it all in England, mainly from a little shop in Bretforton.  Not a big place, quite tiny in fact, but she always has beautiful things at a reasonable price.  Plus it's across the street from the Fleece Inn, my favorite haunted pub, so I get pretty glassware and a good meal.

The first is a pretty little hand painted glass, I assume it was a child's glass.

The second is a pair of hand painted glass jugs.

The third is a small glass bowl and jug set, again hand painted.

The fourth is a collection of drinks glasses, some rummers, some small ales, some ladies drinks glasses  .  These have come from all over England.

The last is 2 vases that Mac bought me and another hand painted jug.  I'm sure the jug is from Bretforton and I believe the vases are from Stow in the Wold.

As I said these are all Victorian or vintage.  Not awfully expensive and beautiful to look at.  But what Mac and I have both wanted for a long, long time is a Georgian Barley Twist glass, they're quite expensive and we've never been able to talk ourselves into buying one.  But now we've decided that when we're in England this year that we will buy ourselves one as an anniversary present.

How many times do you get to celebrate a 50th wedding anniversary?

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Books, The Story of My Life

If I Were a Cat

I read, every day, some days most of the day.  I nearly always have 3 books at a time going, sometimes more.
Right now I'm doing a reread, I Know This Much to be True by Willie Lamb, such a great book, enjoying it more this time than the last time I read it.
Also reading The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family by Mary S. Lovell.  What a truly messed up family.
And This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald and I'm not enjoying it at all, probably won't finish it.
Prior to these I was reading The Last Samurai by Helen deWitt and it was incredible.  How to or not to,  raise a genius child.  He knows many things, but not who his father is/was and that's the mystery he has to solve.   This book uses Akira Kurosawa's The Seven  Samurai as a backdrop, but this is not a book about Japan, samurai or movies, at least not in a linear way.  Absolutely fascinating.