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You are most likely familiar with the well-known poem that begins. . . .

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

I like the ending of the poem which says . . .

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Well, I'm practicing.

And I don't just mean the background of my blog.



Lovely, isn't it? And I don't even have a fun story to tell.

Walking across the foyer at church on my way into the service yesterday morning, as my left foot completed its normal flexing, I heard a distinct crackle like all of my knuckles had popped at once. As the day went on, the limping and swelling increased, the ability to bear weight decreased, and I decided I better have it checked out. When they say you have a "spiral fracture" in your foot, it sure sounds pretty. But it doesn't feel even remotely that way.

So I'm in a cast for a month and on crutches for a week. Next week I can start putting some weight on it. And that will be a vast improvement. Because you can't carry a cup of coffee (or anything else!) with crutches.

Meanwhile, I'm rethinking the need to read the book on Brokenness that I started last week.

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