Took the knee out for a spin yesterday. One of the grand-nieces was getting married. She had chosen for the ceremony to take place in the middle of a field on top of a mountain. At least, it looked like a mountain to me. Actually, it was more of a good-sized mound, rather like an Indian burial mound. I told my husband "This could take a while..."
Fortunately two SUVs had been pressed into service to haul the old and the lame around. Guess I qualified. Anyway, I managed to crawl onto the running board and, with a lift from DH, get into the vehicle.
At the top of the mound you could see far and wide. It was a beautiful September day, about 85 degrees. The ceremony, which included a tree-planting ceremony, was lovely. The reception afterwards was in a lower pasture, so we got another ride in the SUV.
The knee held up pretty well, considering. I had to use the cane because of the uneven ground. I made it for about 2 hours and then we had to leave. The youngsters had set up a dance floor and coolers full of wine and beer. I expect they had a fine ol' party before it was all over.
When we got home, I crawled under an ice bag and took a nap. No ill effects as of today
Hopefully, by the next big family gathering I will have two functional knees and not have to be a party-pooper.