I'm not dead yet. So I have to graduate PT and get back to my house to do guard duty! My neighbor told my daughter, not me, she wanted to dig up my beautiful giant peony plants. Am I the only one who thinks that woman is sitting in a tree doing her best vulture imitation?
When I was growing up, girls didn't God-forbid work out. But there was the bizarre world of phys-ed. We wore these quite short by today's standards shorts with elasticized leg holes beneath the cuffs.
Until relatively recently men wore shorter shorts, too. When men's basketball went to the coulotte look, I truly quit enjoying the game.
To say I'm in denial at The Home might be an understatement. I can stand up and walk without my walker…in my head. But apparently that message doesn't make it to the rest of my body. Yet that doesn't prevent me from indulging in the illusion every time my mind wanders. That isn't all bad, though.
The shimmering idea reminds me about that exciting place where I want to return. You know, the Village of Mobility. It is where I lived most of my life without thought of its beauty.
So I realize how important it is to get well. And I'll never take walking for granted again. Now, back to working out my guard duty plan!
Stay Safe. Stay Well. You and Yours!
Gloria