Where does this phrase originate?
The sense of “a remedy, cure,” now obsolete, comes from the mid-Fourteenth century, from the verb mend. The meaning “act of mending; a repaired hole or rip in fabric” is from 1888. The phrase on the mend, or “on the path to recovering from sickness, improving in condition” is attested by 1802.
To be on the mend is a good thing. That’s what I know.
To be at home, even though Lance has to do all of the dirty work.
Yesterday we made it up the front steps, but it wasn’t pretty. I’d practiced with my forward-thinking, thorough physical therapists, but facing our front porch on a drizzly day, nothing seemed to compute. That’s where Lance came in, and reaching the porch floor with him lifting from behind at each step became a victory.
Small victories count at times like these. And so does each gift.
Iowans bring ailing folks food–it’s what we do, and I’m so grateful. Cards, too, supply food for thought. Isn’t it cool how the makers of this one (American Greetings) placed the bow? And the look on this poor doggy’s face . . . I’m posting this for all my dog-loving family and friends out there.
Another gift has arrived during the past few days. I always welcome a new character showing up, and what a kind soul this one is. He’s all about helping others mend.
We’ll see where his story takes me.
This is certainly GOOD NEWS!
The character? (: Yep, they always encourage me that my work is not finished yet.
Boy, I can certainly identify with you, Gail, about being on the mend. I’m still healing from my bout with pneumonia this past January. Hope you continue to heal quickly!
Had no idea. What kind of long-term effects are u still dealing with?
It’s good to know you are on the mend! The puppy card conveys compassion, something needed as healing takes longer than anticipated.
Very good news Gail. Blessings,
Candy
Thanks – need your cute grand kiddos to run errands for me!
Gail, it’s good to know you’re at home–on the mend–otherwise you would still be at the mercy of being awakened to give you a sleeping pill!
Yay! My friend Ms. Gail is home. Same thing Mr. Lance is shouting in prayer-filled praise I think. Get better ma’am; we’ve missed you. God’s blessings.