With Tylenol and my cane, I am able to accomplish a few tasks. Truthfully, I have been sitting at the computer doing genealogy. I’m not experiencing pain when I’m sitting (ha). It appears (to me) that Ancestry “problem”  documentation seeks me out. As I’ve said before, I’m just a janitor cleaning up messes. Some of the situations are heartbreaking when I mop up the confusion. For two days, I worked with a family with four daughters. In the 1880 Federal Census, they were not in the normal household structure. One daughter spent her life in an “institution for the feeble-minded child.” One daughter was living in a “poor house” and listed as a “pauper.”  I count my many blessing when I’m exposed to this kind of heartbreaking information.

First: The “mirror image,” today, and it appears as though my right leg but it’s the left leg. Second: Obviously, there has been an improvement…  Yesterday I took five steps without the cane. Fearful of falling, I still have the cane within arm’s reach. I’m better and praising God!!

Would you believe that a shower can be a terrifying experience? It has been three weeks since my last shower. Until tonight, I wasn’t able to spend time in the shower and I was afraid I might fall again. I’m expecting visitors tomorrow so I forced myself to be clean and (tomorrow) dressed appropriately. It had to be tonight because I can hardly walk in the morning. Note that my “panic button” is hanging on the doorknob, in case I fall. See the steps I’ve created for the step-down, step-out of the shower. No problem, all OK.

Just a note to my readers affirming that I am still alive and “doing the best I can under the circumstances.”

Postscript @ 1:15 PM: “A picture is worth a thousand words.”  I won’t confess to the dumb thing I did today. On the positive side: Two loads of laundry so clean clothes to (eventually) go to a thrift store.

“Anti-Itch” cream isn’t relieving the itch!! I was hobbling around the carport, and yard, doing some necessary projects. Slow lane, Lorraine!!

While watching and listening to Dr. David Jeremiah (on TV), I was “filtering” through items to save or discard. The inspirational words (below) are, in my humble opinion, a message from my Heavenly Father. Simultaneously, the message by Dr. David Jeremiah. I’m blessed and I know I’m blessed. I’m healed, and I know I’m healed. Please forgive me if some of my blog messages were negative.

Sorry, folks, it’s against my “thrifty” nature to throw anything away. One of my mantras: “Recycle, recycle, recycle.”  The Brethren Heritage Center may be able to sell these because the Frantz surname is connected with almost all the Brethren families surnames.

I’ve been busy and now it is time to “sit a bit” (plus a Tylenol).

I love to create these charts.  “Artist” maybe? Here I am, sitting in my residence when I should be downsizing. I’m still “gimpy” and sitting is easier than walking.