cronechronicler

Loving bridges connecting our hearts
Piercing arrows that keep us apart
Bowls full of memories to pass on to family
Paint brushes to draw a glorious sunset
Context for souls to love all creation

I'm at the point of a new beginning
I never thought I'd find myself here
My brand new knee is working  fine
And so this is not  about that

My son is planning a move in the near future
He has told me about in the past
He planned to sell his duplex - rental property 
Then sell his own home and move South

I had heard this before and put it aside
Nothing to bother me yet
This time I listened and knew it is real
My tears and sadness set in

He told me this was always his plan 
When they moved here twenty years past
I was in Chicago living my own new life
Never dreaming I'd move back  myself

Then I remembered the wonderful challenge
Facing new obstacles, solving new problems
Building new friendships in the Greenbriar Apartment
Exploring a rich thriving life

 I savor the gift to continue here
Living my life as it teaches new lessons
After  experiencing so many kind hearts 
Tending me after my recent knee surgery
I know the Greenbriar is truly my home

And as my son says, we'll always be family
No matter the place we call home

 










 



 

I'm discovering
PT takes up so much time
Laying down my pen

Exercising  knee
Of my new knee replacement 
I ponder future

Oak tree's crimson leaves
Introduce a new topic
Revolving goodness

Leaves come and flourish
Green replaced by bright crimson
Then leaf piles for play

My aging knee gone
Temporarily dormant
Will be good as new

Hello, folks I’m back

Surgery went very well

Still taking a break

You talked about the turtles

At lunch the other day

I thought about a love

That will not go away

Riches of being family

Old dreams and memories

Joined us at Ben and Jerrys

While we savored rich ice cream

To Bobby on your 22nd birthday

With lots of love from Grandma Ina

Aging is taking me
On a challenging journey
I need a new right knee

Plan for me now
Is to rigorously exercise
Exchanging my  pain for yet more

The final pain most awful of all
Follows the pain of my  surgeon's knife
Then I'll go dancing again

I last posted four weeks ago. In that time WordPress changed everything again. Or else my COVID19 brain is more flawed than I thought. I was excited to write again after a period of silence. I’m disappointed in WordPress and myself. Anyway I send my apologies for the mess I produced. Best wishes to you stalwart writers.

Night becoming day

Morning punctuation mark

Steaming hot coffee

Lately my feet have been dragging
My right knee is almost worn down
Saw doctor about a replacement
Seems I am not ready now

A year has gone by marked by COVID19
Knee hears unconventional  drumbeat 
Its pops and crackles create a weird tune
Without any rhythm at all

Lately I've listened to this cry of alarm
Made an appointment to have things checked out
Began  exploring possible treatments
Tiptoeing to my marching song

I knew  today that I'm moving on
When I was beginning to wonder
 How to check my walker on an airplane
A sign my old zest has returned