Hung Up My Cane

Newly filled shelves with Poe and Twain.

Things sound simple these days, I try to call Bobbie every day and try to exercise, but they aren’t.  I sometimes leave messages for Bobbie who has suddenly taken to going out into the world.  All those years of staying home “just in case” are gone now for her.  Then again, now every day I’m marching around out in the world too.

The marching isn’t going at all well.  Oh, the hip is fine.  A twinge or two, a lack of stretching ability, but fine for walking.  Unfortunately, the four block walk to the library left me panting as if I’d run a race.  Only when I’d been home awhile did I remember that this had happened before.  After the hysterectomy I was reduced to jelly too.  That’s the time a lifeguard friend brought me home…speaking of embarrassing. 

Oh, I do well now with three hours of labor moving and shuffling books.  I got to do books twice this week….check them over, price, and shelve them.  I made sure there were still books for Joan to do when she came in on Wednesday.  Progress.  I can do twenty minutes of aerobics in the water now.  The much needed tummy tucks, jumping jacks, and toe touches barely phase me.  It’s the distance walking that’s getting me. 

My friend Dianne at Schmidleysscribblins  seems far ahead of me in recovery per her blogging.  Though I’ve hung up my walker and cane, she sounds like she’s dancing in the store isles while I pant.  You just wait, I tell her. I’ll catch up.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  Long day’s at work mitigated by doing the laundry up and down the stairs twice for each load.  Meeting.  Window shopping at Tar-jay before the National G channel.  We are having fun with that.

Herself:  As he can’t find an estate sale he likes, I’m suggesting a trip to the new library.  Poolie’s play tonight.

Reading:  A new, to me, mystery author: David Handler.  Not bad.

Balance:  Today a quiet afternoon reading.