So yesterday I had a small mission to accomplish, which was to drive to the small city north of here to get Sunny's medicine. (she is not sick, she is an old girl now, and has a "leaking" problem, you know, like when you sneeze? so she takes a daily Incurin tablet to help with that...)
It's the farthest I've driven in the last several months, and it was quite pleasant. I managed to get up the curb and up the steps into the vet's office, the things you just don't even think about, normally. Then on to pick up Evelyn, to go to Price Chopper. It's a rather large grocery store, and was a bit daunting, but I did drop myself off at the entrance, and she went a parked the car. Well. I was going in the big automatic sliding front door, and it started to close on me! I thought it would sense me and retract, but it didn't do that until it actually hit me! It was startling. I was going as fast as I could, but apparently not fast enough. It knocked me off kilter for a second, but didn't hurt or anything. Did I like it? no, not one little bit.
The rest of the store was rather uneventful, but I like grocery shopping. I bought a package of burger, some chicken breast, and some top round steak that was buy one get one free. Steak for $5.35 a pound, not too shabby. I got it home and decided it would be too tough to grill, so I made a pot of beef stew. I dredged it in salt, pepper, and oops sesame seeds! That's what I get for edging in when Camille's making herself ramen with an egg and seasonings for lunch, I thought it was minced onions.
This fine morning, it's like Christmas.
One week from today we leave for Phoenix. I thought I'd be walking so much better, but here's what happened: you know I have really bad end stage osteoarthritis in both knees, bone on bone. Well. The left knee, the non-surgical knee, has been holding up like a champ, except for when it doesn't. Sometimes it sticks, sort of locks up. Now it's doing a new trick, where it really clicks, loudly, with every step, and it hurts. I think the deep squats/sit-to-stands I've been doing to strengthen the quads are bothering it. The last two times I got off the exercise bike it was doing it badly too. ugh. I burst into tears last night because I couldn't take one step without it really clicking, but it calmed down and got better, and is not so evident this morning. It's just that I want so badly to improve on my walking...and there are a few things to consider...
1. " Let come what may, upon my way, I'll give my life each day!" This is a line from a song we sing, and it's the goal, isn't it? To surrender myself to God's will, and be thankful, and work with what He sends me.
2. The good old fighting spirit, the WE CAN DO THIS attitude.
It's an interesting place to be, I want to be thankful, yet not content in a way that I am like oh well, with a defeatest attitude.
blah blah blah, walking. Sorry! Here's something to cheer us up:
Ah well. I am heading out the door...you all have a good day! (I practiced walking in the Birkenstocks...not as comfy as I'd like, but I'll get there!).
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