Much much better!

Okay, I've had enough and I've decided I'm all better. I can do stairs, provided I do them slowly and I can walk on normal snow without great fear. I'm up not to 100%, not say this good, but strong enough to get back to "normal" life. So I'm going to brunch tomorrow, play group on Monday, and even belly dancing. I think I will however wait a little long to resume my yoga. (There's no need to be irresponsible ;)

National Film Board Archives online!

Just in case you do not know, the National Film Board has its archives online.
You can watch all kinds of stuff in good quality.
Here are a couple ;
The Log driver's Waltz,
The Cat came back,
Balablok
These are just a few cartoons I remember from my youth, they really have all kinds of great stuff on there.

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Not Alaska, Toronto! Here is a view of all the lovely snow that got dumped on us yesterday. Hopefully it will warm up and melt some before the next big dump!

A snowy excursion

So I've really had enough of being cooped up in the house. I've repeated "if it were only summer, if it were only summer." so many times over it could be my mantra. But sadly it is not summer, and making my way though the snow with such a tender ankle is difficult at best (especially when the side walks have not been plowed.)
But enough is enough! (Or so I thought this morning.) I said to myself, "It's Sunday and I want brunch so I'm dam well gonna go out and get it!" One of my major problems with leaving the house thus far (aside from the obvious ice and snow) has been that I couldn't get my boots on. Squeezing my foot into a winter boot requires ankle contortion that I was not able to preform. As you can imagine, living in Canada, wearing regular shoes in this weather is not an appealing option. Well, I stopped wearing my tensor bandage on Friday, and I've been (gently) stretching my foot, so I figured I'd give the boot a go. Well, it wasn't exactly painless but I managed to get it on. The journey was slow and treacherous, but Andrew, Ben and myself eventually made it to Wimpy's and had brunch. Surprisingly, getting the boot off was way worse than getting it on. And now my ankle is doing a slow and steady throb. But All in all it was really worth it. Now I can go back to my hermitage, having braved the outside world, until the next fit of restlessness takes me and I have to leave the house again. One thing is for sure. I'm not ready to take Ben out alone yet. It's unbelieveable how many times that boy falls over into the snow. To be honest, I think that he may have been doing it on purpose!

Sad About Stangers....

The interweb is a wonderful tool for staying connected, right?
I follow blogs of some "famous" people and lots of people I don't know in "real life". Now this is great for lots of reason I won't go into, but there's a real down side that I'm feeling today. I'm crying about a deceased baby I've never met or held. This is not even the child of the person who's blog I'm following. I don't know her parents, but still, I'm very sad. And the worst part is yesterday I was praying for her recovery!
True, I've shed a tear or two over especially sad stories on the radio or in the news paper (don't watch news on TV) but this feels different somehow. There is enough sadness in my life. I can't help these people in their grief, so how does this benefit anyone?
Sorry If I'm a little melancholy, I figure that since the internet caused this sadness, it can absorb some of it.
Please feel free to send me cute pictures, post, stories, etc to cheer me up.

Stupid Ankle!

So I'm getting really frustrated here. I injured myself on the 21st of December, today is the 10th of January which makes it's three weeks tomorrow.
When I went to the doctor, he told me it would take 3-6 weeks for my ankle to heal, and I would need to rest it. For some reason when Andrew had to go back to work after two weeks, I decided that it was time to go back to my regular routine and I took Ben to playgroup last Monday. I should have known that walking to the place in and of itself was going to be too much for me. I think I may have set myself back a bit because even though it will be three weeks tomorrow I don't feel anywhere near back up to 100%.
Now as my brother Richard reminded me the doctor said 3 to 6 weeks. Not three weeks. The doctor also told me to rest (which I have not really been doing). So why is it I feel that this is taking far too long? That I should really be better by now? Also why do I have such a problem admitting/ accepting that I am injured? If I had really taken it very easy, would I be better by now?
I don't actually expect anyone to answer these questions for me, I'm just feeling extremely frustrated with my ankle and need to vent a little of this frustration, so that I will feel a bit better.
Now I'm finished venting.
Huh, that's funny, I don't feel any better :(