Felicia Flute

Meet Felicia.

Felicia Flute

Felicia Flute

I’ve had Felicia, since I was in 9th grade.  I love her;  I’m 54 years old, and haven’t played her in 6 or 7 years.  I no longer have the breath.   But I just couldn’t let her go. I considered selling her.  That felt too much like selling a child, not done. I considered giving her away.  Nope, just could not do it. So, she sat in my closet.  And I moved several times, okay 4, if ya want to be picky, since I decided I needed to release her.  But still, she was with me, in her pretty light brown case, with the 70’s stickers on it. 20150514_071958She’s an Artley!  Real silver! She was MINE. Then, my niece started playing the flute.  Nice, maybe we can play a duet.  Ha ha ha ha.  (Barely even have the breath to laugh that hard!) Suddenly, her flute developed a problem.  She needed a replacement flute.  Sis asked if she could borrow Felicia. Sure, she can “borrow” her, understanding that I want her back! Ah-hem.  What happened to de-cluttering? A little voice whispered in my ear.  I brushed it off, refusing to even dignify that question with an answer. Now, my niece’s birthday is coming up;  and I have no present for her.  Except, she already has my flute, that she needs, and is using.  And that I haven’t even had out of the case in more than 4 years…… So, fine, she can keep the flute, I thought grudgingly.  After stewing on it a few days, I realized, she will get more use and pleasure out of it, than I ever will again. On her birthday, I called Kristen and told her that Felicia was her gift.  She was thrilled! And my Grinch heart grew 5 sizes.

Recovery, Two Ways

Lately, (since May) recovery has meant 2 things around here.

My learning to declutter and clean, recovering from slobbery, and healing physically and emotionally, recovering health.

Both are important.  Both are extremely hard for me.  I’m not used to being a cleanie, which I am NOT yet!! By any stretch of the imagination! But I am working twards it, which is an improvement, ask any body EVER who has visited me on a non-party day!  Putting myself first so I can heal is also difficult.  I’m more accustomed to helping others.

So, if I talk about physical recovery, it’s still under the definition of my blog, to my way of thinking.  If you disagree, well… my blog, etc,etc

Trying to decide how to show a pic of my physical recovery.  (whirring sounds while brain works. Yes, like everything else these days, my brain makes audible noises while active.  Joints creaking, anybody?)

slob, humor, animals

I had to have this pic cuz Mama loves giraffes!

I love my zebra legs.  While I was in rehab for my knee  surgery 2 years ago, I asked my sis Michelle, to get me some purple duct tape to personalize my walker.  (In the nursing home, everybody and their brother had one, and I didn’t want mine to get lost in the shuffle.) Sadly, the store she chose was out of purple that day, so she chose zebra print, which just happened to be my niece’s favorite.  So, she got the rest of the roll.

When I graduate to a wheelchair, I’ll just spray paint the whole sucker.  (I asked Hoveround about their color choices, none of which were purple.  I think if you pay that much money for something, they jolly well should make it the color You want.)  But if not, I’ll take care of it myself.