Vacation is over. We are now in the midst of remodeling the upstairs bathroom next to our bedroom and have been in a state of chaos and dust for 3 full weeks, and we start on week 4 today. I painted both days over the weekend, leaving the housecleaning untouched, and managed to get the bathroom painted, which sounds so simple, but in actuality was a stupendous feat. I primed--twice; I painted door and window trim--twice; I painted the ceiling; and I painted the walls and repainted portions. The walls are at least 14 feet off the ground along one side of the room. The first day my knee started to bother me and swell up and by day two I was in serious pain, but nothing to be done but push through. So here it is Monday and I can hardly move. My knee, which has given me trouble in the past (all initiated by time on a ladder) decided not to play nice, but to put on a full-blown hissy fit of pain and swelling. I spent many weeks with a physical therapist about 8 months ago learning to strengthen the muscles which support the knee laterally, and did my exercises religiously until the knee was better and I had no pain. At which point I stopped doing the exercises, naturally. So here I am again today and here we go again.
It all brings me to the point of today's homily---it's a bitch getting old(er). hate it...hate it...hate it. Feel like I'm turning into my mother; feel like it's NOT FAIR; feel like the future road looks like a downhill slope from now on and that's just too depressing.
