Well, things have certainly gotten off to a depressing start this year, no? Between The Orange One and his ilk trying to shut down the Constitution, and me gimping around on crutches, it's been hard to be Little Mary Sunshine. Not that I ever am Little Mary Sunshine, but it must be really hard for those who are.
I am proud as can be of my family, they all participated in the Women's March, and those in Baltimore attended the marches this weekend in support of allowing refugees into the country. We are a committed group, I have to say, and that makes me both happy and proud. We are also a loud group, so I'm glad we can use our loudness for good.
I don't understand why refugees are the enemy. From what I know, those who would do us harm are seldom interested in entering the country legally, and our vetting process for immigrants is already very intensive. And frankly, some of the scariest people in the world to me are white Americans, and they always have been. And I say that as a white American! I mean, look at the Sandy Hook shootings if you need an example. And yes, I know he was mentally ill, etc., but nonetheless he was a white American with access to guns. Ugh.
Wow, Bridget, tell us how you really feel ...
Anyway, as mentioned above, I am gimping around on crutches these days, going into my third week. I have a broken ankle, and frankly it sucks, though I am grateful I can get around at all, and that it wasn't worse. As I was walking home from work a few weeks ago, one of the construction workers at the site of the 534th Comcast Center bumped into me, and I turned my ankle. At the time I didn't think it was a big deal. But the next morning it was really swollen and extremely sore, so I stopped at Urgent Care and x-rays showed it was broken. I have never ever broken a bone in my life, so this is all terra incognita to me. I remember in elementary school, there were a few kids who always seemed to have broken arms or legs, but maybe because I spent most of my time reading instead of running around or skiiing or whatever, I missed that childhood experience. I daresay it's probably easier to deal with when you are a kid. Oh well.
Fortunately, The Tim is willing to do the cooking, laundry, etc. Though I do wish he did not feel the need to bleach everything, but that's nothing new. I know he's not thrilled about it, but to his credit, he hasn't been whining. However, I know that when you are used to a certain routine - particularly on mornings when you need to get to work on time - having that changed in a major way is disconcerting at best.
I am knitting, reading, and anything else I can do to both keep myself busy and also keep myself sane. We have some movies and TV shows recorded to watch, so when we are both at home, that is a good distraction as well. This past weekend, I managed to make it to get my hair cut, which improved my mood immensely (not to mention my appearance!), and also meant that this morning, I didn't have to spend valuable minutes getting ready for work trying to get it to look at least OK.
So, as you can see, things are pretty quiet in everyday life around here. But I'm watching, and have no plans to sit back and say nothing whether I'm on crutches, or once I can get around on my own.