I must apologize to my readers for this late post. On Tuesday morning, I tripped over an open dishwasher door. Landing on my left hip, I knew I did some damage.
My husband helped me into bed, where I stayed for several hours icing my hip. I made the decision to go to Urgent care.
X-rays revealing I had broken the ball off the hip bone.
I went to the emergency room and was scheduled for surgery the next day. I was out of the hospital the day after surgery.
Now I am self quarantined.
My daughter found this poem to cheer me up. The author is anonymous .
T’was a month before Christmas and all through the town,
People wore masks that covered their frown.
The frown had begun way back in the Spring,
When a global pandemic changed everything.
They called it corona but unlike the beer,
It didn’t bring good times. It didn’t bring cheer.
Airplanes were grounded, travel was banned.
Borders were closed across air, sea and land.
As the world entered lock down to flatten the curve,
The economy halted, and folks lost their nerve.
From March to July, we rode the first wave,
People stayed home. They tried to behave.
When summer emerged, the lockdown was lifted.
But away from caution, many folks drifted.
Now in November and cases were spiking,
Wave two has arrived, much to our disliking.
It’s true that this year has had sadness a plenty,
We’ll never forget the year 2020.
And just ‘round the corner – the holiday season,
But why be merry? Is there even one reason?
To decorate the house and put up the tree.
Who will see it, no one but me.
But outside my window, the snow gently falls,
And I think to myself, let’s deck the halls!
So, I gather the ribbon, the garland and bows,
As I play those old carols, my happiness grows.
Christmas is not cancelled and neither is hope.
If we lean on each other, I know we can cope.