|I "graduated" from physical therapy - here with "Rich", my physical therapist|
What a week I've had.
My regular blog followers will notice that I haven't posted in a week. When was the last time that happened? I don't think it has ever happened.
So what happened? I don't think it was any one event but a combination of events.
First, I'm back at work and you know that always takes a chunk out of my time. Even though I only work two days a week this is the height of the tourist season and Old Ron is exhausted after an eight hour shift of concierge duty at the hotel where I work. It takes me a whole day to recover.
Another reason for my tardiness in posting is that I have to maintain my gardening at its usual high standard. After all I do have reputation in this neighborhood to maintain. Recently the Japanese beetles have invaded and are munching away happily on my roses and crepe myrtle trees. And here I thought I had a problem with my Resident Rabbit. Yes folks, I do collect and
A big reason for my neglect of daily postings on my blog was my Canadian friend Pat paid a visit. Although he only stayed a few days, those days were totally devoted to Pat. You all know about our special friendship.
Pat was down for the settlement on the sale of his lot in Milton. What an experience that was but thankfully I can report that all ended well and Pat left with $$$$$$$ and now a young couple has a beautiful lot in Milton.
While he was down I took advantage of his driving and we went down to Rehoboth on Wednesday evening. Normally in the summertime, when the tourist season starts, I stay away from Rehoboth Beach, especially on the weekends because it is just too crowded and crazy. But I do like to experience the Summer Feeling at least once during the summer. Bill won't go with me and I don't like to do the Solo Act so when Pat arrived, I persuaded him to taxi me down to the boardwalk.
We had dinner at a favorite restaurant of mine, marred only by - yes - A SCREAMING KID. We were only minutes into our booth when I heard this ear piercing scream.
I looked up and THERE SHE
WAS. "It" was a little two year old girl jumping up and down in her booth, DEMANDING attention. Folks, I have to tell you that her scream was the LOUDEST and most PIERCING I've ever had. Ah yes, now my "dining experience" was complete. Almost aways when I dine out in the tourist season, my Dining Experience is accompanied by crying babies or screaming kids. But enough of my complaining on this subject, you've heard it all before.
Of course the Big News this week was my last day of physical therapy. I think I've been going for about a month and a half (six weeks - one loses track of time when one is having a good time).
So how is my leg? I'm walking and talking. MY leg is still a bit swollen but is not as painful as it first was (I couldn't sleep). I can bend my leg back almost all the way now but I still walk with a slight limp. My leg won't be completely back to normal for another six to eight months but as my physical therapist Rich says "You've made great progress Ron!" And indeed I have. Seriously folks, I am so glad I'm able to walk on my own now without the aid of a walker or a cane. You never know how vulnerable and dependent you are until you lose the use of your mobility.
So I'm back folks. I hope to get back to making more frequent blog posts but right now I have to get back to my online Scrabble games. I have to get my ELO rating up!