A parade? For me? How Exciting!!!!
But not even a little bit true.
Let’s start at the beginning…..
😦 no the beginning would take to long
where to start? where to start?
Ah, just go with the flow…. let’s start with the picture I have posted. Apparently, it is homecoming weekend for our school district. I had no idea. As I watched the band, and trucks pulling floats assemble outside my house yesterday, my mind traveled to a different time. In some ways this makes me feel incredibly old, because I have been there and done that. I participated in Homecoming events, not only when I was in High School myself, but also as each of my daughter’s were. Wow that feels like I lifetime or two ago!
At the same time, I’m not done with Homecoming. In as short as 15 years or so, I will have Grandchildren that might be participating in Homecoming. I will be telling the story…..” when I was your age we had to walk 10 miles through the snow, Uphill to get to school…etc.” ( Ok that’s MY grandma’s story, but you get the point)
I wonder how different the world will be even in just the few years.
Yesterday, while sitting in the waiting room for my 3 week post op visit, (more about that soon) my mind started to drift to a post that I read earlier this week, by Bojana at Blogging with Bojana. In her post she talks about spending time with her young son at the playground. She writes…
Another good thing I’ve noticed spending plenty of time in the sandpit with toddles is the presence and acceptance of all the colors of the rainbow, that is an utter and complete absence of racism and xenophobia in their world. While there’s possessiveness and envy of another kid’s bigger and shinier toy, there’s no discrimination based on ethnicity, nationality, religion, appearance or disability. The society has yet to teach them hatred and prejudice, giving rise to inequality and aggression.
As I thought more about her post, which you can read in its entirety here. I thought that I had the condition for the beginnings of Utopia right in front of me. I may be misusing the word, but here is the definition I am trying to describe…
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an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. The word was first used in the book Utopia (1516) by Sir Thomas More.
Even though we are all sitting in a Doctor’s office, and there is still pain and suffering, as individuals, no one was adding to someone else’s discomfort. Young, old, black, white, blonde, brunette, bald, overweight, underweight….we were all there coexisting. Peacefully.
That is the kind of world I hope to see my grandchildren raised in.
In the beginning of the post, I said I didn’t know where to start, so I just started typing/rambling. I actually intended to tell you about my post op visit, but as I “reviewed” yesterdays events in my mind, my foot became very insignificant. I am not going to say anymore about Homecoming, memories, hope for the future etc or even my foot notes….. I made a funny ( at least in this post)
Instead I want to ask you for your feedback. Don’t you think the world would be a better place if instead of drawing lines that separate us from one another, we focused more on the common goal of helping everyone “make it”? 


I have even been able to walk to the bathroom as long as I have the “even up” on my other shoe to help realign me, stand up straight? I’m not sure how to explain it, but it makes my shoulders straight when standing and takes pressure off my right hip. Win win
While having so much time to ponder, what I would like to be called, I think I am going to hope for Mammy, but I will write more about that later. I do know for a fact that GRANNY just isn’t going to cut it. I can’t hear the name without thinking of Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies….. While I do have her spunk, it’s just NOT gonna happen.
She was right. I have no fashion sense. It made me laugh. Thank you random friendly stranger. 🙂
Before I continue, I THINK this is what they DID do to my foot. Again, I won’t really know for sure until I follow up on Thursday. I will try to take a picture also, but I have a tendency to pass out or get sick when I see or feel pain.

There was also this ONE time, I forgot the catheter bag was hanging under the wheelchair when I was trying to transfer back to my bed. I only forgot ONE time, and I don’t know if I will ever find it funny, but I don’t mind if you do.
I hope you all have a great weekend!!!!!!

The next issue I RAN into (literally) was the squatty potty.
This one may not happen for a bit. I have one of those really tall beds that you literally have to Climb up onto.
If you are not comfortable sharing that much with your family, they do sell bathing wipes that you can use by yourself.
While I have figured out, kind of, how to drive with my left foot, I will be relinquishing my keys for the next couple of months. While I have proven to myself that it CAN be done, it’s really not safe and is against doctor’s orders. I would hate to have the issue come up if I had a flat tire, or worse was involved in an accident.