Our valley is full of rivers. Mostly, it is full of the Blackstone which winds its way down from the Worcester hills to its end in Newport, Rhode Island. Incidental to its biggest river, are several substantial tributaries including the Mumford in the heart of Uxbridge and a few others.
Hard to say if they are creeks or smaller rivers, but lots and lots of water from tiny little streams, to large lakes, to big shallow ponds beloved by swans and geese for nesting.
I live in a peaceful valley and I hope it remains peaceful. We’ve got our share of troubles. Not much work, relatively poor as places to live go. But we live in beauty, sometimes so much so I am amazed that somehow I ended up living here.
Not being religious — or even Christian — I have to admit a great love of Gospel music. This is one of my favorites and it sure does fit the “peaceful” challenge. The singer is Jim Reeves. Elvis also sang it beautifully. I could not find a good quality recording of it. Johnny Cash also sang this very well, but again, the recordings were poor quality. This one is just fine.
I have to take a break. Not a one day break. I need like three or four days of almost no work that requires using my right arm. I have a bad tendon in the shoulder, not to mention a massive number of repetitive motion issues — and it hurts a lot. There isn’t much to be done about it because everything is also encased in arthritis, but it is making my life a serious misery.
I spend most of the night trying to find a comfortable position with a variety of cushions, pillows, bed angulation. Nothing helps. It hurts less when I’m up and about, and more when I’m lying down. The weight of my arm pulls it out of the socket and all hell breaks loose. Also, lying on my back puts my unhealed chest off-center. It crunches each time I draw a breath which is both uncomfortable and sometimes, surprisingly painful. I need to work all this stuff out.
The lack of sleep alone is getting me.
It doesn’t mean nothing will get posted. I have an intentional backlog of posts that require little more than checking for correct dates and spelling, then posting. But I have got to let this arm have some rest. That means no lifting heavy stuff — pots and dishes and buckets for floor washing. And vacuum cleaners.
If I deal with this now, I might actually get my arm back. If I don’t, it will be in permanent pain which I am not enjoying at all.
So I’m finishing my standard posting for the time being and trying to give my arm some time of low stress. This is also going to require that Garry figure out how to cook enough to keep us alive. I’m tired of hearing how he can’t do it.
He can do it. He just doesn’t WANT to do it.
I am also going to have to find a way to shave some money out of the budget and get someone to come in — maybe once a month — to do the heavy stuff. Floor washing and vacuuming and dusting. The house is basically pretty neat and reasonably well-kept, but we are too old to spend even a day doing the heavy work. If we are too old now, we are not getting younger. Time has had its way.
This isn’t goodbye. It’s a temporary withdrawal in the name of keeping my right arm functional. Being a righty, that’s not a real option, either. I need that arm. I’ll probably put some pictures up. I know I shouldn’t be hoisting a heavy camera, but it’s spring. What can I do but take pictures?
Meanwhile, I’m waiting for the golden years. Maybe a few brass ones and a hint of copper?
I was supposed to post something. And I completely forgot. We got into going to get the long-lost car key — not like just getting your key copied at the key store anymore — and then I stopped to take some pictures at the dam and continued on to the grocery.
Then I unpacked the groceries, started the chili, decided to process the pictures … and realized I never got around to posting anything at all.
So here are a few pictures from the Mumford dam in the middle of town. It’s pretty. It’s not the kind of bright and colorful you might expect. So many leaves fell off during the past three days of pounding rain — bright green leaves falling — so even trees which are changing are doing it in pastels. Not going to be a great autumn.
By the time the leaves change, there won’t be any left on the trees. Tonight, the weather is supposed to drop into the 40s — which is normal for this time of year. But after all this prolonged warm weather, it’s more than a dollar short and weeks rather than days late.
Meanwhile, the chili tastes weird because I put in the wrong beans. I don’t believe I did that.
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