Got my wish yesterday when I drove to the Farmer’s Market at Stage Fort Park in Glosta, the draw bridge went up.
Used to bug me.
Little gets to me now, except a misspoken word like, “would.”
Turned off the ignition, put down the windows, breathed deeply, then enjoyed watching boats slip through the channel between Gloucester harbor and the Annisquam river.
Good to not be in such a hurry these days. While my knees’s picking up speed and bending better, the rest of me’s content to savor life in the slower lane.
A few honkers broke the sounds of the sloshing wake from boat traffic, as if horns would cause the drawbridge to reconsider and surrender to their impatience. Watched some back up and maneuver for alternative routes out of the stalled traffic, tempted me to shout, “Hey! Give it up. It’s not worth all your popping blood vessels. Get back in line and enjoy the day. What’s got your knickers in a knot?” But then, I remembered I’m on Prednisone(steroid) and didn’t want to be hauled over for roid-rage.
Well, Netters, I’m now doing full revolutions on the bike at PT, 30 backwards and 30 forwards yesterday. Today I advanced to 40 each way. Tuesday, day after the procedure, the PT suggested I get on the bike and try a full revolution going backwards. Reluctant and hopeful, I counted out LOUD ,through gritted teeth, each over-the -top bend. When I finished a total of 25, folks in the waiting room cheered.
Good to be on the mend.
A Net-friend wrote on the blog, “The difference between an ordeal and an adventure is your attitude.”
Most of us know about life’s ordeals and sometimes struggle to see the adventure. Slow helps, so do Grands.
Poco and I went for lunch at Heath’s Tea room in Rockport. We go there sometimes to practice manners. At tea time’s end, the server stopped by to see if there was anything we needed, Poco replied,
“No , thank you. We’re good to go.”
And we were.
Some day I hope to teach her how to pick up the tab.
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