Showing posts with label PT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PT. Show all posts

Monday, November 30, 2009

The last of November

Mom would have been 74 today. Very odd not to need to pick up the phone to give her a call. I remember when she turned seventy; when I asked her how she felt about being that age, she said, “I don’t want to be seventy!”

“Well,” I said, “consider the alternative.”

Four short years later, the alternative is the reality.

Otherwise, it has been a good day. This morning I finished and submitted the two hundred word essay I wrote for the Lenten reflection booklet the local Episcopal churches are compiling jointly. My knee feels the best it has for a long time and I had a good workout at physical therapy. I was able to piggyback on a free wireless signal from the café next door to the PT clinic and listen to VPR Classical on my iPod Touch during electrical stimulation, which is a lovely way to pass the time. Feeling guilty after PT, I bought a bowl of delicious chicken chipotle soup for my lunch from the cafe'.

Evensong for the Feast of St. Andrew, the patron saint of my church, awaits tonight. Good to attend church on this day in particular.

Thanks for hanging with me during NaBloPoMo! I think I got something up each day. I’ll see how or if I will continue this much posting during Advent. No urgency now, certainly!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Small World and Friday Stuff

Taciturn came home this am from his trip to "Balmore". Sure is good to have him back.

We are on the same page when it comes to what we want in a house in VT. A house is for sale in Richmond, VT that interests both of us. Unfortunately, there are no photos of the bedrooms online. That is worrisome. But a househunting trip may be in my near future.

Oh, and the woman I met yesterday at the coffee shop also is preparing to move to VT. She is headed to Burlington. We both turned to our mutual friend and said, "Come with us!" She sighed and said, "I would, except my roots are here." She also is very frustrated by the mindset of the go it alone ranchers around here who don't see a need to consider community needs as well as their own.

Off to PT. Have a call into the doctor with the PT's suggestion I get a cortisone shot in my knee. We'll see how that goes.