The Quiet After the Storm

I have done about all I can do at this point. I have donated supplies and money. I have offered showers and shelter.
Rose is sending supplies to displaced friends directly. They are safe but with almost nothing to wear. Think of starting over with nothing.
It is hard not to feel guilty as I rest comfortably today after a busy week of headless chicken mode.
Both hips are healing well. I have carefully gone down steps and took my first shower standing up. The pain reminded me to back off a bit.
The world has changed again. I am happy to see humanity at work and furious to see rumors of false information.

We must be our very best during the worst of times.

The feature is of my walker I painted glossy plum for my 45th class reunion. I colored my white hair, too. I could not stand the thought of showing up looking old. It might depress my classmates, you see.

Did I dance? Only once…with my walker. I will always be a fool for my friends.


FLOWER

10 thoughts on “The Quiet After the Storm

  1. I have been through my share of natural disasters and it is always so heartening to see all the people willing to help. I’m sure they are very grateful. I’m glad to see you are healing. I have to wait until Dec. for mine and the pain is getting worse. Yes, it does make you feel old, but I’m told I’ll be as good as new. 🙂

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