My Sister and I!

We shared a bed, my sister Elayne and I. We wern't allowed to take toys to bed...so we made do with all we had.

MY FEET!

I was about 4 and Elayne 7...and we played 'feet'. What exciting times we had. Elayne would create a story and my feet were the characters in the play. If it was sad, I would curl my toes down. If there was happiness...I would spread my toes apart. Real actresses my feet to her fabulous stories. She was the director...and I followed her every command, because my feet were the stars of the show.

We did this for many years.

I lost my Sister when she was only 36....and we really never discussed our 'feet years'.

I haven't thought about this for years! What brought it to mind...I dunno!

My Father would yell up the stairs...all right girls....tomorrow's another day......and then we would go to sleep.

I really loved my Sister...and miss her still!

My first physical therapy today!

What do I expect? A therapist to take an old body with old bones, muscles, and nerve endings...also loaded with severe arthritis to make me the new improved Hilda.

Well, first of all, his bed, work station, that I'm supposed to jump up on was just tooo high. I tried...couldn't make it. He saw me strugged trying to heave up and I just couldn't make it.

So, he holds out his hand and tells me to put my foot on it...and then hop up. I felt like I was mounting a horse.

I was afraid I was going to break his hand...and I just couldn't do it.

Finally, he left the room and brought an aluminum stool...wonderful. Now seeing how short I am...should he have watched me struggle.

However, he was really nice. He massaged...and then used electric shock..and took any pain away with ice. He asked how I was feeling...and I was feeling great because I was numb. Um....good feeling like I was on super drugs.

He also gave me exercises to do at my doorway...very painful...and I click and click.....I feel like I'm a piece of machinery who has seen better days.

He also told me to get two tennis balls and put them in a sock and roll over the sore area.

I guess, really, it's all up to me. I'm motivated. When the weather gets a little warmer...I'll splish and splash.

He told me I reminded him of his golf trainer when he was young. I guess that was a compliment.

So.....now I've reached a new low....physical therapy....and I'm also wearing an emergency alert gizmo in case I fall.

I'm fully ready to admit I'm not young any more....even though when I go to the beach, I have the darnest urge to do cartwheels.....only in my crazy mind of course.

In the meantime I'll stay with my little migrant children...and I sit on their little baby chairs and I tie their shoelaces....and read them stories. That's where I belong....looking deep into their sweet eyes and imagine how they're going to grow up. My darlings.....

Our Money Crisis

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I guess this means I can't escape working on my blogging. However, I don't really need mobile devices...I don't go anywhere.

I got my gps to give me courage to travel...but I haven't left Delray or Boynton Beach. That shows all my insecurities.

I presume that lets me know that my comfort level is home...right here on Nesting Way.

I believe my downfall is CNBC....scares the heck out of me. God didn't give me a schedule about how long I'll be on this earth...and my father lived to be 100....but my mother only 41....so....that puts me somewhere above the middle....and the idea is to not live beyond your money.

Last year I really thought I was in 'good shape' financially....but this year....well....HELP!

I lost Fannie Mae...and I may lose my General Motors and Ford. Thank goodness I'm too old to get a job....because in today's climate I really don't know what I'd be suited for.

My best talent is just 'listening'...and I find that people do like to tell their stories...and everyone has one to tell.

I read and studied about money...diversification...a little risk for growth...and the world is small and very global.

I did all that....and I'm in the same boat as most of America.

I'm really banking on poor Obama. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into.

But when he speaks....I listen! Whoever reads this....will say she's old...should have put her money in CD's....don't know what she was thinking.

I have no sympathy for Hilda...she deserves worrying about money. Well, the true fact is...my husband and I always found it easier to earn a living than investing in making our money grow. You don't just water it like a plant....but Wall Street has let us all down.