Not much happening on the home front. The boys are growing faster
than I dreamed they could. Seems like my grand kids were babies forever.
Well, they will always be our babies.
I have missed several birthdays and anniversaries in the past ten
days. The 19th was the anniversary of of my late friend’s birth; Happy
Birthday, Fred. That same day was Fred’s and Alice’s wedding anniversary
and it was also their daughter’s—Vanessa— birthday. Happy Birthday,
Vanessa. Happy Birthday to my Bride who was born on the twentieth.
Tree leaves, like the season itself, are slowly changing color. Tulip poplars in my yard are turning bright yellow and brown.
The knee is coming along slowly and the angle to being straight is
minus twelve degrees. The therapists are now going to work the knee
until I reach my maximum pain threshold. That should get the leg close
to zero degrees within a few weeks. I hope to be walking a bit with a
cane by Christmas. They have me doing more exercise at home; it is time
consuming and sometimes exhausting but I need much more leg strength and
overall endurance. I have been off narcotic pain pills for a week; I
didn’t use one before rehab yesterday. I may try to drive the Escape in
about another week.
After rehab yesterday, we ordered take-out cheeseburgers from The Cottage.
It was about 5:30 pm and I was able to see and talk with some of my
pals from the days when I was a very frequent visitor to the drinking
and dining delights of the place. It did my heart good to see these guys
and shake their hands. It was only a minute before the old days were
brought up and lost memories came back for me. Sony, Wayne, Mike, and
Phil: I was happy to see y’all once more. Bill would have been there but
like myself, he is recovering from knee replacement surgery. I cannot
understand why they have aged so much but I am still the same as i was
in 1985. I was a regular at The Cottage from 1974 until the mid
I am now going to check the TV and see if my Tennessee Vols will be shown. The team they play today is no match for them but I still gotta watch if they are on.
Our first real autumn day this year in the hills; cool temps with
high overcast. About time to put the flannel sheets on the beds; for
some reason Carolyn doesn’t like them but they are much warmer on chilly
nights. I dislike cold weather about as much as I dislike tea-partiers.
I need to adjust the seat a little higher on the exercise bike; the
new knee is trying to go knock-kneed and that is a big no-no. I hope to
get a pic of me riding the machine, hair blowing in the wind as I
virtually cruise the back roads of my memories. I probably need to wear a
crash helmet for such voyages.
Sammy or Mason has lost my cap; I’ve had to leave home twice without it. The suspects are admitting nothing.
Both boys attended the fair back in August. Sammy wanted to loiter in
the animal section and Mason didn’t care as long as there was something
going on around him.
Tomorrow is back to the therapist and then to have blood work done.
The first time I saw ‘Mary” was one day while returning to my room at
rehab. She was in a wheelchair in front of the nurse’s station with her
arms raised in the air and moving them much like a 60′s flower child at
a “Dead” concert. She looked to be in her thirties and had long and
straight brown hair. Her eyes were closed as if she were lost in some
far-away place. Carolyn and I got by her and went on to my room, neither
of us paying the young lady too much attention.
A few days later while I was waiting for lunch to be served, I was
shaving with my electric Norelco when I heard someone entering the room;
it was Mary. I was shaving my left cheek and she wheeled her chair up
beside me and began making circular motions in the air with her left
hand. I stopped shaving and she said “check the other side; I just
shaved it for you”. I was taken aback when she continued “I’m a witch,
you know?”. Carolyn was there and we all talked a bit about witches and
witching in general. I almost forgot about the shave when she again
asked me to check my cheek to see if it was shaved. I rubbed my fingers
over my skin and the whiskers were still there but not wanting to
disappoint her I put on my best “amazed” look and told her they were
gone and i thanked her.
Next time and the last time I saw Mary was in the rehab gym. Carolyn
and I had just wheeled into the room when Mary again came up beside me.
She looked at me and said “I would marry you sometime”. Again I was
surprised at the brief statement but sputtered that I was flattered by
her words and that she would be a fine woman for any man. It was one
time when my spouse had nothing to say for a few minutes. Before Mary
could say anything else, her nurse found her and wheeled her away. We
found out a few days afterward that her daughter had taken her home
later that same day.
Not much of a story but Mary is someone that Carolyn and I will
always remember. I hope she heals and that she will always keep doing
good deeds and saying the right words; the world needs many good
Tomorrow is surgeon checkup and Friday is appointment with my regular
doctor. Knee is still very sore and the leg will not straighten more
tan what it was two weeks after surgery. I am disappointed and losing my
belief that I will ever walk again.
Obama and Congress: Use the money earmarked for killing people in
Syria to help help America's poor and middle-class. We need affordable
healthcare, decent education possibilities, and jobs that pay enough for
us not to need food stamps and government aid. Choose peace -- choose
A hard weekend of work on
straightening knee. I have to go to out-patient therapy each day this
week; those guys work with the patient and not with a clock. At Quillen,
each therapist was allotted only forty-five minutes with each patient.
When that time was up, the therapist went to a different person and left
us to get back to our room as best we could. In reality, each patient
receives only about two hours of therapy each day and if it is not
targeted therapy, much of that time is wasted.
am saying a heartfelt thank you to all of you who have stayed the
course with me during this time. Jeremy, Alice, Jola, Maggie, Sandy, Mark,
Robin, Kalpana, and to any others whom my weakened memory has neglected; I love
all of you.
Special appreciation to my dear Bride who was with
me nearly everyday of my stay in Quillen and who sacrificed her own
health to make mine better. Thank you Carolyn; I love you very much.