Now that the party is over, I'm caught up on the canning, and the garden is going to have to get along without me until we drop below 100, I am concentrating on my hip again, so this morning I went down to the gym for some weight lifting and some pool walking.
I've decided that it must be something about being almost naked around a bunch of strangers that really brings out the best in people, because I always meet such nice people when I'm in the pool. Today was Wilma, who is 82 and who goes to the gym 6 days a week. While we were talking, another woman showed up who has had both legs amputated below the knee and who is apparently a Monday-Wednesday-Friday regular. I think any excuse I can come up with for not exercising has just been annihilated, so I'm going to drag my sorry self there again tomorrow morning.
After spending time with them, I came home determined to tackle that blasted table runner and stitched the remaining red ribbons:
Still motivated by my new friends and thinking that honestly, even gauze can't really be worse than sewing on ribbons,