Wisconsin natives have no illusions about the weather outside, and we should certainly not be surprised by inner weather changes as well! The above digitally altered photo of our river in our years ago up north home shows the next thoroughly predictable November weather development–due to land tomorrow, just outside our patio door in Southern Wisconsin.
My inner weather change is due to a complication following last summer’s hip replacement: a femur in that leg which was silly enough to tear itself away from the prothesis, creating all sorts of unpleasantness. The subsequent second surgery wasn’t all that much fun, but hey–with 4 weeks left of a 6 weeks no walking sentence (expect for hopping on the good foot, via a walker) I am having FUN.
In our living room we have a roomy sofa, and a compact one. For this one leg duration, Joe and I are sleeping on the living room sofas–large and small. Joe has always loved sofa sleeping and often has retreated to it when his restless legs tire of thrashing on our bed.
For me, while recuperating, the small sofa presents a special world. Next to the sofa are 2 small tables and space beneath, all of which contain my current life: Bible and notebook, books in progress, art books, mixed media art supplies and papers, letter writing needs, knitting projects, a space for the ubiquitous coffee and diet ginger ale, cosmetics and primping paraphernalia, a mirror–of course I am no longer (never was!) fairest of them all, but only the wicked witch would care about that and I don’t want to be anything like her.
Also sofa-side, my I-phone (source of frequent enjoyment including Amazon Priming) and my I-pad for news, French lessons, and–along with a lot more–the PBS Passport App with its world of science, history, amazing documentaries, and fantastic fiction (where I am currently engrossed in a review of the convoluted plots and subplots at DOWNTON ABBEY).
If that were not enough, I have on my I-pad 2 wonderful British art magazines with monthly additions and the capacity to read several years of back issues. The artist in me is continually fed by these publications and my art books.
Along with these percs, both I-pad and phone connect me to the greatest music of Western Civilization, streamed through 2 fine speakers in our living room. At the moment, Van Cliburn’s recordings of Rachmaninoff and Grieg top the list of my very most beloved. There is something about PIANO, and in my estimation Van Cliburn’s was (and remains) the most passionate and earth shaking of all!
And, as of today, my laptop. Oddly, I have never thought of this appliance as a portable friend. But it has dawned on me (DUH!) that the word “laptop” means something. Now I am putting it to use. It has taken its place as a part of my sofa home rehab center.
If there is anything of depth to share with you in all these mundane details it is this: I refuse to feel sorry for myself. It would be sin to do so, I am delighted with the people in my life (a family of 53 immediate members counting generations–no cousins, etc.) and the fact that I am as comfortable as possible in our lovely warm home, with plenty of excitement at hand.
And now a typical Wisconsin November weather promise. Snow tomorrow. In general, we are a hardy lot here–descended from brave pioneers. Life is all about different kinds of weather–indoors and out.
Margaret L. Been — November 8th, 2018