SIX MONTHS
Taken as an average, I seem to be doing a little better than a month ago, but progress is so gradual, and at the same time undulating, by which I mean when I wake each day I do not know what sort of hip I am going to have to work with that day. I reach for the stick only when I have been on my feet a long time and it is all starting to feel sore yet again. G is kind enough to carry it in her bag so that I can’t use it until I need it.
Highlights:
a) Looking after 7 year old granddaughter. Ashby Castle, lawns and banks, roly poly, cartwheels. How supple and bendy her nice new legs. Let’s climb spiral steps up tower. 98 steps. They threw boiling oil and lead and revolting yukky things years ago. I have trouble enough without. What pain meds would J recommend for boiling lead? Next day, Kenilworth Castle, Roundheads won easily. Earlier, Earl of Warwick built knot garden to impress Elizabeth 1. She not impressed, nor me, too many steps.
b) Caravanning with G in Devon, walking every day, slowly around gardens and trying to work out geology round Hartland Quay. Walking more freely every day.
c) Gardening for G’s mum. She 90, can’t reach ground. End of day, I feel 90, can’t reach ground. Sure arms have got shorter as day progressed. Have planted hostas, shuttlecock ferns, heucheras, geraniums, macleayas, pulmonarias, etc, on shady side and they are starting to look brilliant.
d) Swimming, have got up to 1600 metres, 11 yards short of a mile. Leg always feels good the next day after swim.
e) Visiting a Yellow Book garden, and climbing a vertical ladder to reach the tree house. Not much of a ladder but a small triumph for me.
Lowlights:
a) Try to walk at “normal” speed in National Memorial Arboretum, Alrewas, near Burton on Trent. Finish the walk really sore. Not ready yet to go at more than a simple saunter. If you live anywhere near, please go. It is an inspiring place, and getting more beautiful every year.
b) Being laughed at by Bonesmarties for rediscovering my lost libido. Reminds me of Schnozzle Durante singing the Lost Chord.
All the best,
Alan