It snowed for much of yesterday and a little more today.  I took Heidi out for a walk behind our house, on the paths.  It was good to feel the cold on my face and breathe in the fresh air.  My plantar fascia tear has healed I think; it doesn't hurt anymore and I'm not limping.  However, my big toe on my left foot is now unhappy because it's being used again.  When I was limping, I didn't push off with my toes when I walked, as we all do, now I have to do that again.  The arthritis in that toe joint is acting up (yes, it makes me feel old to have arthritis in my toes) but hopefully with use it will settle down.  If not, back to the podiatrist.

As I was talking on the phone this morning, I saw a falcon sitting on a spruce.  Before too long, three magpies showed up and chased it away.  Even if you're a falcon, three against one isn't good odds.

Jack has been with his grandma since Christmas day, so we've had a bit of a break.  As always, I miss him when he's not here but enjoy the time my hubby and I have to ourselves.  We had lunch out yesterday as we drove home from Wetaskiwin;  we also watched the last two episodes of Jack Ryan last night.  I quite enjoyed it, but it makes me stressed at times so I have to get up wander around.  My husband's used to this now, me wandering about.  

Nothing much going on here.  I took Heidi for a walk after lunch and put away the Christmas tree and all the decorations which always feels good.  

My middle daughter gave me a workbook by Rupi Kaur, a young Canadian poet, "Healing Through Words".  It's pretty hard core.  The very first chapter is about Hurting and trauma.  Of course I balled my eyes out as I wrote but as always, I find writing and crying quite cathartic.  What did surprise me was how much of an impact my brother in law's drinking had on my life.  I was twelve when he moved out to Alberta to live with my sister again.  I babysat while my sister worked and when he was too drunk to take care of his own children;  my parents were okay with this.  One night I had to listen to him talking on the telephone (long distance when long distance was really expensive in the '70's) to his family back East for three hours.  He kept talking about killing himself.  When I told my sister this, she got mad at me for not stopping him.  He was twice my size and drunk and I was a kid.  So I guess that stayed with me.

I will slowly work away at the book.  It's interesting and it's good to have a writing challenge.

And yay, Christmas is over.