I slept in the recliner last night as my shoulders and neck were so screwed up, I couldn't lay down. I think the exercises I'm doing are helping, though, because I'm feeling better this afternoon. I intend to make them a daily routine. They're super easy exercises where you basically just lay there in different positions. Odd how painful it was just to extend my arms outward as I laid on my back. Poor ole body is just plain wearing out.
I'm going to the physical therapist tomorrow and will see my doctor in the afternoon to find out what the x-rays showed, if anything. I know you need to keep moving, no matter how difficult it is.
I cut out a couple of quilt squares but that was about the extent of my accomplishments today outside of the yard work. Mary called and said Jacob had his 2-month exam today and he's up to 13 pounds. Got a couple of shots which he didn't appreciate but got over quickly.
Jenni's at her scrapbook camp on the other side of Sequim and will be back on Sunday. I'll be picking Maddie up at basketball practice today and tomorrow. And that's about it for today.
The Piper
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice,
because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of
life. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral
director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or
friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova Scotia
back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and,
being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy
had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the
diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized
to the men for being late.
I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the
vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to
play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather
around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.
I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers
began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I
packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my
heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the
workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been
putting in septic tanks for twenty years.
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice,
because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of
life. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director
to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends,
so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova Scotia back
country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and,
being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy
had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the
diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized
to the men for being late.
I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the
vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to
play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather
around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.
I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers
began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I
packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart
was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the
workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been
putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently, I'm still lost....it's a man thing.
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