…from the walker to a cane. Her balance is better. Now she’s thump, thump, thumping her way around the house like Captain Ahab.
We’ve assigned her an Indian name. Princess Orange Toes.
She’s got a Trump-tan from the antiseptic swabs they used before surgery.
She is doing well enough I could leave her alone for an hour to go take a walk. Got cruised by turkey vultures and an osprey.
I’ve been meaning to show off my culinary prowess, but I keep getting sabotaged by considerate neighbors bringing food. Tonight it was a fresh pot of homemade vegetable beef soup. Thank you Lisette.
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