Yep, I leave tomorrow morning. I have a noon flight to San Francisco so barring earthquake, fire, tsunami or flood, I am FINALLY on my way to my beloved Pacific Grove. I will spend the first week in the Bay Area with family and then the following week in PG in time for the house's closing on May 30. The final contingency was removed (what I feared - that the house wouldn't appraise for enough - didn't happen) so all moves forward. I continue to get papers to sign (well, all done electronically) but my hard copies make quite a good pile.
Although I am staying across the street with two sets of neighbors, I intend to indulge in my absolute favorite house activity - sipping my morning coffee on the front deck, underneath the redwood tree - each of the mornings while the house is still mine. If it is foggy, even better. I find fog so mysterious as it slips its fingers around everything in sight.* The fence around the deck is just tall enough to hide my head so I inadvertently hear conversations of all the early morning walkers who turn the corner at my house. I get 20-second bits which often leave me wondering, "what happened next?"
For the first time I have not over-scheduled myself. In fact I still have a few days with either nothing or just one thing planned. I need rest, I realize. Although I am so very much better than just a month ago, I still tire easily when I have walked a bit. I want to just laze in the glory of the Monterey Peninsula - and shop at my favorite dress and shoe store in town. After all, I have just sold a house - there should be some reward!
I continue to emulate Rocky - am working hard in the pool each day. I am a little worried about the two-week break but believe I will slip back into my routine when I return. The good news? I returned the wheel chair last week - it is OUT of my life. I walk really well with the walker and am getting better with the cane. Today and yesterday I used the cane almost exclusively. I can actually walk without any support but it is very robot-like and glacially slow but PROGRESS has happened - so much, in fact, that I was dismissed from Physical Therapy. Although Maureen (my wonder Physical Therapist) says I deserve credit for my hard work, I was almost in tears when I thanked her. I wouldn't have known the first thing to do without her guidance.
So, tomorrow I will find out how Alaska Air supports folks who need help. I don't think I have to climb in and out of planes on the tarmac but tomorrow will reveal all. If so, I can do it.
Overall I feel that I have finally turned the corner. I am walking and it is coming naturally. I no longer have to give myself instructions on how to do it. It is slow and still a bit painful but I am upright. I am driving, easily getting in and out of the car with a cane - which is so much easier than hauling the walker around. So, that's it, end of story, not another word about knees and staph infections and walkers and surgeries and infusions . . . it's over. Finito Benito. I am back.
Love you all.
* You know what could be amusing? I left adirondack chairs on the front deck - I wonder if I can get out of them? I could before but they are low and my knees are still weak. Could be interesting. I should probably warn the neighbors that, if I am not back in an hour, bring a winch to rescue me.
Although I am staying across the street with two sets of neighbors, I intend to indulge in my absolute favorite house activity - sipping my morning coffee on the front deck, underneath the redwood tree - each of the mornings while the house is still mine. If it is foggy, even better. I find fog so mysterious as it slips its fingers around everything in sight.* The fence around the deck is just tall enough to hide my head so I inadvertently hear conversations of all the early morning walkers who turn the corner at my house. I get 20-second bits which often leave me wondering, "what happened next?"
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| Here is the fence that surrounds the deck. The redwood tree is on the far left - of course you can't see it's branches, they are too high up. The fence is just tall enough to hide me from view when sipping my coffee. |
For the first time I have not over-scheduled myself. In fact I still have a few days with either nothing or just one thing planned. I need rest, I realize. Although I am so very much better than just a month ago, I still tire easily when I have walked a bit. I want to just laze in the glory of the Monterey Peninsula - and shop at my favorite dress and shoe store in town. After all, I have just sold a house - there should be some reward!
I continue to emulate Rocky - am working hard in the pool each day. I am a little worried about the two-week break but believe I will slip back into my routine when I return. The good news? I returned the wheel chair last week - it is OUT of my life. I walk really well with the walker and am getting better with the cane. Today and yesterday I used the cane almost exclusively. I can actually walk without any support but it is very robot-like and glacially slow but PROGRESS has happened - so much, in fact, that I was dismissed from Physical Therapy. Although Maureen (my wonder Physical Therapist) says I deserve credit for my hard work, I was almost in tears when I thanked her. I wouldn't have known the first thing to do without her guidance.
So, tomorrow I will find out how Alaska Air supports folks who need help. I don't think I have to climb in and out of planes on the tarmac but tomorrow will reveal all. If so, I can do it.
Overall I feel that I have finally turned the corner. I am walking and it is coming naturally. I no longer have to give myself instructions on how to do it. It is slow and still a bit painful but I am upright. I am driving, easily getting in and out of the car with a cane - which is so much easier than hauling the walker around. So, that's it, end of story, not another word about knees and staph infections and walkers and surgeries and infusions . . . it's over. Finito Benito. I am back.
Love you all.
* You know what could be amusing? I left adirondack chairs on the front deck - I wonder if I can get out of them? I could before but they are low and my knees are still weak. Could be interesting. I should probably warn the neighbors that, if I am not back in an hour, bring a winch to rescue me.
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