Slow day, which is good because I’ve been so tired lately. I think it’s the hobbling around for the past three weeks and feeling somewhat frustrated because I don’t have the full use of my foot. (And my eyes have been irritated, but the eye doc put me on a regime for that.) I’ve been wearing the boot, to appease my doctor who threatened to put me in a cast if I didn’t, but I’ve been taking it off to go out and using the knee scooter to keep weight off it. When I come back in the house, putting my boot back on makes me feel like a bird going back into a cage. I realize all this is relative; some people can’t walk at all, permanently. And all things considered, I’ve been pretty good natured about it. Even Hubby says I’ve been “really patient,” which, coming from my personal patience gauge and monitor of my control-freak behavior, is quite the compliment. I’ll take it.

Got on my bike for a 10-mile ride, dodging the cicadas, which seem to be at their peak now. Earlier in the day I was standing in my front yard chatting with the contractor, and we could barely hear above the noise. I must have flicked ten of the little blighters off my person while standing there. They’re kinda cool, but I won’t miss the noise when they’re gone in another couple weeks. The contractor promises to remove the various lawn ornaments that have been sitting on my property for a month or more. Red Clay Mountain outside the bedroom window may be flattened soon as well.

Had a family Zoom discussion this evening with my sisters and sister-cousins. We talked about grace and courage and listening for the spirit and how we move in this world. As I get older, the importance of these conversations grows, especially when we can’t all be together in person. Patience, Grasshopper.