Happy New Knee

Happy New Knee

I know what you are thinking, she’s too early…or…she made a spelling mistake. It is neither. My heading relates to the fact that I am celebrating two of my latest acquisitions, this beautiful website and a new titanium knee.

The website is a birthday gift from my friend Sara Schneider. I debated whether I needed a website when Sara made the generous offer of designing one as a portfolio of my work, a place to blog, to encourage me to write. Because that’s what writers need to do… write.

So today I launch this website and thank Sara for her skill, design and love. I provided content but the rest is all her work and I’m thrilled with it. A most original 60th birthday gift, one that is lives on with no use by date.  I now have a forum to write about things I’m passionate about, encourage other writers to write and hopefully entertain those who like to read.

It is the readers who have really encouraged me to begin to blog. I wondered what I would write about.  I enjoy writing about my travel adventures and certainly feedback has told me people like to read them. But is that enough?

 Then I turned sixty. Sixty is certainly a milestone and a birthday where reflection for me was foremost. A time when you look back to see what you have achieved and be grateful that you are still here to acknowledge it. Children are grown and independent, friendships old and new become precious. The arrival of grandchildren brings a joy that is hard to describe (even for a writer). Working life winds down and the thought of doing all those things in retirement that you have waited for… becomes reality. Bucket lists are made; there is a sense of the sands of time running just a little faster, as we all say to one another – where has this year gone?

So the passing of time meant the acceleration of acquiring a new knee.  My specialist said we could ‘limp along’ for another twelve months. We could ‘nurse’ it. I replied I didn’t have time for any of that…please give me a new knee for Christmas.

My last total knee replacement (when I turned fifty) had been somewhat a disaster. I was determined this next operation would be better than the last and so far it has been.  Of course, in the past ten years I have learnt some hard lessons and I know the importance of looking after myself, or rather allowing someone else to care for me. Rehabilitation was certainly a gift and each day I was thankful for the skill and care of the nurses, physios and doctors.

Now I’m home and just beginning to get into the Christmas spirit. Amongst the myriad of Christmas catalogues some Christmas cards are trickling in. How lovely it is to see handwriting, to know the card has been written specifically for us. I know the trend is to do away with Christmas cards, the cost, the time and the paper…blah, blah. But there is something special about opening cards at Christmas.

I love the ritual of writing my Christmas cards. I like to watch an old Christmas movie (the old ones are still the best) or have one of my Christmas CDs playing (I only play them in December). I like to use a nice pen and sign each card (with love). I think of the good times we’ve had with those friends in the past, whether during the past year or from years gone by. I look forward to receiving cards and I can only hope that friends and family feel happy to receive mine.

The internet and technology is wondrous and efficient, but typed words on a page will never give me the same feeling as seeing someone’s handwriting. So I will continue to ‘buck the trend’ and continue the tradition of sending a Christmas card.

I hope you have enjoyed my first blog post. I feel very excited to be sharing my writing with you.

Until 2016, I wish you peace and happiness.

Debbie