Sunday has been quiet -- Gary's away celebrating a granddaughter's law school graduation -- and I had a few more firsts.
I was able to carry out the recycling to the dumpsters area at the end of the block, without cane or any assistance. Also scrub the container, high time, once back home.
And I'm now able to wear ordinary jeans, yay, the incision having healed and subsided to where I don't need soft knit pants. Back in civvies.
Cheerful picture, wild hair, it's windy out
I'm now ending some of the panoply of medications, so I'm leaving behind the early recovery period. In itself, that's a welcome step. Taking a lot of pills at every turn makes a person feel weak. This one, anyway.
I'm tapering off the PT, but will continue exercising as usual. It's time. I don't want to get dependent on Emil, wonderful as he is to work with. I'm starting week five of six.
And I'm taking several shorter walks a day rather than one big push. Here's this morning's trip, done without a cane, because I forgot to bring it.
These chairs were left outside someone's fence, with a ton of dumped stuff, and escaped the cleanup I requested, well, demanded, of the HOA. Now someone moved them to here, but I like them here. They're expressive. So I won't ask for them to be removed.
And home again, the sage is blooming and the rose planted by the birds put out a first bud
Reading and sleeping on the deck, me and the bees and the Carolina wrens.
I love her humor and her heroines, all quirky and out of the box. Here it's Louisa Datchett, Photographer of Dogs, checking out marriage prospects.
Tomorrow I think I'll make black bean salsa, using the beans that came labeled chickpeas and have been waiting ages in the freezer till I got an interesting cooking idea for them.
Happy day everyone, mine's been a ten.
