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I am now nursing a sore back--the kind that causes me to walk bent over so I'm looking directly to the floor. Nothing much of interest down there on the floor, unless you consider dust bunnies and debris left by the workers (still here) and bits of fabric and thread that escaped from the sewing area.

Before you ask--I don't know what I did, or didn't do, or how I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time to end up with this malady.

(My grandmother would probably have said it was meanness coming out. Not that I was mean, that was just her way of saying, "these things happen." I think. I hope.)

Today marks the sixth day of this ongoing disability. I am not good with ill health. Nor with the inability to do my normal things. I have little patience for sick folks (just ask my kids), and even less with myself. A sore back isn't sick, for heaven's sake, more of a major annoyance.

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Naturally, given that I'm not 100% on top of things, this is the week for stuff to happen.

- my guys came to install new entry doors, with storm doors, on the three sides of my house where ingress and egress occurs. This is a several day process.

- I have two noontime knitting sessions with a friend; one has already been cancelled.

- yesterday was haircut day--rescheduled for the following week.

- I was two days late in getting the hymn list to the church office for next Sunday's bulletin.

- I wrote checks to pay bills, then missed the mailman's visit.

- extra-cold weather for the past and future few days dampened my interest in going anywhere--grocery store, post office drive-up box, church for my weekly sewing for the NICU babies.

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In the meantime, I leave you with some of the life lessons I learned (or maybe, relearned):


- Some people want to help--you just have to let them know. One of the guys who is installing doors (he's also the owner of the business) was on his way to Home Depot and asked if there was anything he could do for me. Could he stop by the Post Office and drop my bill payments in the box? He could.

- Most people will forgive you for not showing up--just make sure you tell them it's going to happen. (That's if you're not involved in an emergency. You know what I mean.) They have plans, too.

- Ask yourself (this is an oldie but a goodie)--what's the worst thing that can happen if you don't do your part? Only you can really answer that, but I figure the worst thing that can happen in my life is that people will realize that I'm human, not a machine, and therefore not 100% reliable. I'll do my share when, and if, I can; sometimes I'll go the extra mile. But--like all my fellow human beings, body parts wear out, just when you least expect them to.

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My back is improving, slowly, so by next week's installment of Thursday's Child I should be done with grunting, groaning, and whimpering. Or maybe not . . . I may get used to being pampered. (Assuming pampering comes along.)

Take care of yourself--and if you are visited by indisposition or infirmity, do your best to get through it with your sense of humor intact. Funny movies help. Also sentimental ones--I've already watched White Christmas because it snowed a few days ago (three inches of the stuff). Talk to people, surf the 'web, read a book you've always wanted to read (or re-read). And smile!

Talk to you soon!

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