Powder room

 Acrylic done for the powder room

 The bulk of  the floor renovations are almost done. A bit of chaos to put right,  finishing bits to place and seventy five percent of the floors are done. Eventually we'll

tile the kitchen, entrance way and all the bathrooms then re carpet the bedrooms.  I seriously think it would be easier to build from scratch than refurbish.  In the next couple of weeks I'll post some photos.

On a lighter note there are more crazy signs of aging.    I was at our corner market the other day with Bryan.  Heading through the check stand I overheard two young girls talking about booking a trip to New Zealand. I couldn't contain myself. Jumping into their conversation, I  mentioned that my friends daughter just went five days ago for flying school.  Bryan asked me if I just said "flying school"..then  corrected my mistake,  telling the girls that it was skydiving school she was attending... Glad he was there to save my butt!  Today while bathing I had a loud giggle to myself. I can only imagine what they must have thought.....Nut case....I should have said " yeah I bought her a wand too, cause when she graduates, she'll be a full fledge fairy!!!"

Pain isn't always visible

Do you ever have aches and pains that aren’t noticeable to the naked eye? Yeah me too! Do you push through it one day, then the next it’s not so easy? Yeah me too!! So it infuriates me to hear blatant judgments made about the physical ability of an elderly person. I don’t care how crotchety or mean that older person may be, their pain can fluctuate from day to day! Just as mine does.

I have a middle-aged friend whose adrenalin staves off pain most of her working day, by the end of her shift, the aches becomes prevalent. Another friend lives with chronic migraines and eczema, her days can be pretty miserable. It’s difficult to fathom if you’ve never had a migraine! Sadly she struggles to work through them, sometimes without others knowing.

For me some days are better than others! I can tell by the way I walk down the stairs in the morning how my day will be. It all depends on sleep, the demands of the day, how much driving I’ve done, whether my knee hurts, which affects my opposite hip, or how many obligations I have in the week. Not one to complain, I just work through it, me and my Tylenol can be best friends. Some days I am so slow and prefer not to be around people. I have to pace myself. This wasn’t meant to be a bitch fest, but more of a plea for empathy, kindness and less judgment toward others! Because the fact is, pain isn’t always visible, and some people push themselves one day and are unable to the next!