Well the ginger has been in the fruit bowl for at least a month since my last stir fry, so that’s an incy wincy ultra tiny bit of a foodie. It was remarkably fresh, I suppose because it’s a living root. I could say the same about potatoes, they always seem to sprout before I get to them.
Day 123: I had my second outing with Max. This arrangement is going to test whether I have the commitment for my own dog. I had to get up a good hour or so before I normally crawl from my bed, it was cold, and Max has a talent for doing his very messy business at the part of the walk which is furthest from the dog poo bin. He lives about.8 of a mile away so it is a good walk there and back to his house, plus we found a walk by the river which was very pleasant and which I’d never known was there. He is a sweetheart but like @HertsHippy’s dog, a lot of the time with him is standing watching him sniff, and I can see myself getting bored. But it got me out of bed and out of the house which is a major reason for considering a dog of my own.
By the end of the walk home my knee was really complaining, although it settled with ice and I could walk to the hairdresser in the afternoon ok. By the end of each day I am pretty exhausted and stiff all over, it’s like I am super active at the gym every day when actually I’m doing nothing but walk and gardening and a bit of housework and ringing, ie normal life. I know, I know, I’ve been on other people’s threads preaching the virtues of patience so I should take my own advice and celebrate all the things I can do and the freedom from hip pain.