Yesterday, I got my flat tire repaired and tried to get my jaw misalignment repaired by going to my friend Barbara’s chiropractor. If that gets repaired, the annoying noises I’ve been hearing when talking for two years might go away!
I’ve been listening to Buddhist stories while falling asleep lately; several of the stories invite me to think that I am already repaired, here and now.
When I tell people I have congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries, they sometimes ask when that was repaired. It wasn’t and I am doing fine.
I wonder when and if the damage done to my country by the current administration will ever be repaired. I’ll be going to a No Kings Protest in Boston this Saturday, prepared to sing my reparative protest song “You Don’t Scare Me.”
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Let’s see what is being repaired in my images for today.
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I often feel repaired by photos of cats, so here is Joan to celebrate Global Cat Day!
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Thanks to all who help me feel repaired, including YOU!
Inam impressed that You were able to get your tire repaired and bring back so many humorous related images. I sure hope that your jaw repair goes well!
Your support is always reparative for me, Maureen! 🙏💕
I no longer even think about getting repaired. I limp and go off-balance easily, and my spinal stenosis doesn’t like to hold me up for longer than 6 or 7 minutes without visiting me with pain (which thank goddess goes away as soon as I sit down). I have a myriad of little neuropathies that pop up front time to time, and my feet always feel like I’m wearing socks. But I have no intention of spending more of my time in doctor’s offices than absolutely necessary (okay, I’ll go if I break a leg), and hunting around for all these unknown causes is more trouble that it’s worth.
But I will March tomorrow. I’ve got a brand new four-wheeled walker, which will allow me to be upright and walking for much longer than usual and a fold down seat ready and usable when I need it. Not sitting this one out, no ma’am!
My hopes are repaired by people like you, Barbara.
When I was a kid there was a short-lived TV series called “No Soap, Radio” that had weird, silly sketches. I hadn’t discovered Monty Python yet so I’d never seen anything like it. Bits of it still make me laugh but I learned too late that Bill Dana, who was in it lived in Nashville and passed away in 2017. Some things in the past can’t be repaired but I accept that.
Thanks for everything you share, Chris. I remember hearing about “No Soap, Radio” years ago.
Here’s to proper fixes, Ann.
There is always something that needs to be fixed, Mark.