Feet and Heart Both Ache

My left heel hurt so bad this morning that I barely could walk to the bathroom.  I believe I must have overworked myself yesterday, what with riding my bicycle to breakfast, climbing up and down on the footstool during the afternoon to organize the closet, then in the evening, walking while carrying my lawn chair and crochet bag down and back for the Concert on the Quad.

I fear the plantar fasciitis has returned.
It is probably purely coincidence that I wrote about the same thing last year.  I hope to be able to delay buying new shoes for a month or so, closer to when I have a job for the beginning of school.
Meanwhile, I need to renew my vigor for the proper exercises.

Later in the morning, I went to the funeral service of a neighbor.  She changed houses only a month ago, moved a few blocks, so I still think of her as a neighbor.  She was not quite five years older than I am.  On July 4th, she had just left a family gathering and was driving her grandson to another place, and there was a terrible car accident.
According to the news article, she was pronounced at the scene.
The casket was closed, but a real nice photo was set on a stand nearby.
A good-size crowd, very diverse in looks, reasons for attending.
She was quite busy with her church, and the regular minister spoke a fine message, but he was obviously moved about how she is younger than he, and gone so suddenly.
Her grandson was at the service today, with some visible bruises.

New storage bins were purchased for the closet.  There will come a day when I do more than sort this stuff, maybe organize them into nice scrapbooks by year or subject.  I sure don’t want to wait until a funeral brings the need to trot out mementos.
But right now, the floor needs cleared for space, and some exercise equipment is a necessity by the time cold weather comes.

So the pile will get contained and stored on the high shelf awhile longer.
Seven boxes of papers are now One, and a smaller one for pictures.

Having been in the Library Club in high school, I’m having a very difficult time with all this.

Maybe someday, a little kid will ask what’s this stuff about?  because most of our recent happenings are on back-up discs and viewed on screen.
Will it matter to somebody in a hundred years?

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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