apr10

April 10th 2016

Sunday SHOULD have been a day of rest.
I think I tried to kill myself yesterday,
so today I was paying for it.
Not only was I sore
but the pain was shooting down my legs
enough to make me sit during mass!

When we got home,

cinnabons for breakfast...

yummmmmmmmm

and a coffee and robaxacet.

Around noon,

we agreed to head to the London

Gibraltar flea and farmers market.

THEY agreed to push me

in my wheelchair.

We ran into an old friend and his wife,

I swear he will look the same forever!

John found a man who made

hat bands from animal bones

and he chose a lovely turquoise one

we all agreed was the most beautiful.

Judy bought some pearl earrings

the right size to wear to work

and an Otter case

for her new IPHONE.

Me?

I was the one picking out

fresh veggies and breads

for dinner.

All in all it was a nice afternoon out,

until we left

and found ourselves in a snowstorm.

When we got back,

I was too tired to stay up,

and slept right through

our sunday night pasta dinner

until after 7pm.

They were happy that when I got up

I was famished and I ate my supper.

Greg, Judy, John and I

spent the rest of the evening

using 30+ names of beer

and making them into team names

for the upcoming red neck crop

to raise funds for cancer research.

My favourite?

Pabst Blue Ribbon Pole Dancers.

And with that,

I must say good night,

my body wants more rest.

Good night from John street