Sunday morning. Family breakfast around the table. Bad night but the sun is back so I spend time outside while my husband loads the dumpster we rented for the week. We have always enjoyed working on our house so once in a while we need to get rid of old wood, shingles and such.
I enjoy the sun but hate being so still. It’s hard for someone who took care of the house and the garden to be stuck like I am now. At least, I can run laundry and empty the dishwasher. Putting everything back is harder since I can’t carry much with the crutches.
In the afternoon, I do my feet with the help of my daughter.
After all, French women don’t get surgery with bad feet.
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