where to start...

This is just the same as trying to start a new habit.  You know the drill. "Do something for 21 days in a row and it becomes habit." Motivational seminars quote it all the time...as do investment counsellors, diet centres, dental offices, ...  etc.... ... Surely you've heard of it?  We used to use it all the time when trying to encourage people to floss.

Well... it appears it is the same in reverse... for me anyway.  How 'bout you?  If I don't do something for 21 days... it seems difficult to get back to it.  Like exercising...or cooking, or .... blogging...or ... I guess that pretty much proves the saying...

So... here I am.... back.  With nothing much for show and tell. I didn't make anything... even with my good hand.   I have been lazy and bad tempered for 3 weeks really.

Hand surgery seems to have been a success so far as is known at the moment.  Thankfully, I have full range of motion with all fingers and thumb, although I can't press things too far yet as it is tight and a bit painful to stretch my thumb as far down into my fist as I think it should be able to go .. and it better... eventually.  The surgeon says to see him in 3 months if I have any queries....  absolutely buddy! (he looks about 18 years old)...   You will be the first to know!  Believe me...

My right foot got really bad and I've been limping around for weeks as well ... because I did a bad thing. I walked on my treadmill in my slippers because I couldn't tie the laces on my running shoes.  Idiotic.  No support and my foot got reeeellly bad.  But... that has finally let up just today and yesterday... so I am a bit happier.  I have been a rotten, grumpy, semi-invalid for a few weeks.  I'm just not very good at this.  Even if I am lazy...I want to be lazy doing what I want to be doing... not feeling miserable because I am in pain or because I can't walk.  Yes, I know lot of folks have it much worse... I should be grateful and I try... honest I do...   but I still suck at being laid up..... so, at that...I admit I'm a total failure.

Mr. BV has been a special angel through it all.  He deserves The Medal of Valour.  Somehow he is able to ignore most of my ranting... a good thing....  encourages me on other fronts... and through it all ...  ....   manages to keep us moving forward...  I'm a very lucky girl.  I don't know how the poor guy puts up with me.  And, in the midst of it all..he was finishing the last two cupboard doors for the laundry area...
they will cover the plumbing and plug-ins.  Making it the best laundry room in the city to my eyes... you don't even see them this nice in the million dollar show homes we viewed when looking for ideas for our renovations.  I'll post some pics of that next.

I think he actually enjoyed his time in the kitchen though.  He appears to be a closet cook.  Mostly, he doesn't do much in the kitchen, because he works full time still...and it is my domain.  Therein lies a little problem too...I hate to relinquish control of MY kitchen I guess.

However, the first night, I didn't even care what was happening out there...and lo and behold... I heard some little clinkings, some rustling about and some chopping...and then.... oh, boy.... the aromas wafting to the bedroom from the kitchen !!  ... yum!  He said on the way home from the hospital... I think I'll make us Vindaloo for supper. Huh?  I, of course, wanted to know how he would manage that... and his response?  If you can read... you can cook.  Boy... can that guy read!

Okay, this is not the vindaloo.... because I forgot in my Tylenol fog to take a photo of that before I devoured it.  But... this is the little stuffed chicken he made for Thanksgiving dinner.... oooh... and that was yummy too!  With creamy mashed spuds, carrots and sprouts.  Oh, and... stuffing of course.... and... lovely gravy.

I have to admit, I did enjoy having somebody do the cooking and cleaning... seeing as it would have been the pits to try to do any or all of that with a gimpy hand.
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The garden has pretty much died out now...we had some cold days and then... the best summery type fall days you can imagine.  It was perfect golfing weather... waaaahhh...and I couldn't be out there. #@!&^%$.  Oh, well...next year.  I'll be there at the crack of spring.. and get in lots of golf.

The wild flax and the iceland poppies just didn't want to give up.. nor did the Sweet Williams... they are still showing an occasional late bloom amidst the dried out iris stalks and in some secluded areas of the garden...

The coneflowers look interesting even when they are dried and brown.... I hate saying "dead"..

Hmmmm.... as usual.... I think I have nothing to say..and all of sudden it becomes a novella...... hahahha.....