Tuesday nights at my church, a member teaches a pilates class. It’s wonderful. And after a long day of work sitting (sometimes slouching) at a desk, my body is begging to stretch and move. Thus my affection for the pilates class.
Anyway, after the pilates class there’s a knitting circle of women from the church and community in the same room.
Frances Helen is up and about this week for the first time after breaking her arm in January. Her arm is healing (praise God). And she was her usual warm and smiling self, making jokes about needing to take a break from climbing trees. Ha ha ha. It was so good to see her!