Getting out from under the bed

I have not only been out of touch with blogging recently but out of touch with goings on.  Rest and recovery takes a person away from most things.  Mental illness takes away confidence and the want to get out from under the bed.  In the past few weeks with the help of medics and medication I can feel a new positivity stirring that hasn’t been around for a long, long time.  Until this week much of my ‘social’ life has evolved around hospital appointments which have left me exhausted and not leaving much interest for more. Yesterday, with the tender persuasion of some beautiful ladies I was able to rejoin a group that has been such a special part of my life for a number of years – my Friday Bible group.

Flora, Fauna and a Turtle Named Froggy

Back when Little M was in Grade 1 her teacher  returned to Canada leaving a problem of who would adopt the class pet , Froggy.  How it landed on us I have no idea, but we became the new adoptive family.  Froggy isn’t a frog as you would think but a turtle. He had a brother once upon a time who was now ‘swimming in a little pool at home’ (I guess that’s G1 teacher speak for “gone to the large swimming pool in the sky!".