Summertime Blues

Oh, the glories of summer. David took me to Peninsula Park to see the roses there on Sunday after a lovely brunch at the Bridges Cafe on MLK and Knott. The fountain was spectacular and the scent of the roses was intoxicating.

I've been having a rough time lately. My energy has been flagging and I'm tired of hurting. When I move the stitches are tender and the feel of fabric on my breasts is painful. I suppose staying still is the answer, but I'm not good at that. It's been a frustrating time for me. At first, after the operation, I was making steady progress day by day. Now I seem to have hit a plateau.

My frustration is compounded by lack of progress on the ebike front. Getting an ebike should not be this difficult, but distributors are out of the motor that I want. Chira is helping me put a website together and I've been working on that to while away the time.

A large box of fabric has arrived for costumes for the fair. Unfortunately, none of the seamsters and seamstresses can make it to the party and I don't have the mobility or the energy to do all the work myself. It's quite frustrating. Peggy is coming down a week from tomorrow to do a constume or two, but fifteen are needed.

Fourth of July is almost upon us and it is beginnint to heat up. This may account for my grumpiness and feeling of dissatisfaction. I don't deal with heat well at all. And contemplating the absence of my family for many weeks on end while they go on Chautauqua without me isn't helping matters.