This poor foot of mine. It hurt badly enough this morning that I was in a real sour mood until some friends showed up for waffles. It made me less than ideal for the other friends that were already here, the ones that live here with me.
My foot feels better now, after a day of medication. Still sore, I still couldn’t walk much of the loop through the forest, but I can sit here typing this now at 10pm and not think about my foot.
I spent most of last night thinking about my foot, but not a lot of today and almost none of tonight. Today was a day full of lovely people. I woke to it expecting to go to bed bone-tired and fed up with socializing, but mostly I feel full and well loved by many people.
My foot feels better now, after a day of medication. Still sore, I still couldn’t walk much of the loop through the forest, but I can sit here typing this now at 10pm and not think about my foot.
I spent most of last night thinking about my foot, but not a lot of today and almost none of tonight. Today was a day full of lovely people. I woke to it expecting to go to bed bone-tired and fed up with socializing, but mostly I feel full and well loved by many people.
A mentor of mine and his family came for a visit in the morning, they made us waffles a few weeks ago, so we returned the favor. Abby ground buckwheat flour from scratch and soaked it overnight in buttermilk. On top of that, fresh cream and roasted peaches from last summer.
Last summer I ordered a whole crate of peaches, I love them that much, but not enough, apparently, to finish the whole crate before they started getting soft. Abby saved me from myself and turned the remainder into something delicious, the last of which we enjoyed today, over waffles.
Feels like home on both ends of the spectrum.