After being kept inside by working on the colossal report, I have been trying to spend every spare moment outside. On Monday I spent the afternoon clearing the woods of the brier bushes and various thorn protrusions. Yesterday I spent the morning planting 200 sunflower seeds along the perimeter of our property. I can't wait for them to start growing and blooming! Assuming I planted them correctly, it should be gorgeous in a few months.
Working outside coupled with the rising
temperatures, I've transitioned my wardrobe into summer. I still have
my jeans handy, but they are on a shelf in my closet and their space in
my drawer has been taken over by shorts.
The first few days of
wearing shorts is always disconcerting. I become accustomed to blending
into the crowd during the autumn and winter. Nobody can tell I'm an
amputee when I'm wearing jeans, and I rarely garner the second glances
and hushed comments.
Now that I'm sporting shorts, the stares and
comments have resumed. I realize it is normal for people to look at
anything that is unusual, but sometimes being the recipient becomes
disorienting. I am so comfortable wearing my prosthesis that sometimes I
forget that it isn't a normal part of everybody's life. The second
glances, the nudges between friends and the gawking from the teenagers
reminds me that, although I feel normal, I am indeed different.
know in a few days I will adjust to the reactions of onlookers. By the
end of a week (or maybe two) I will be completely oblivious to the
attention. Until then, I just need to keep holding my head high and
doing my thing. I love everything about spring except for this
transition (and my allergies).