Words are the soul’s ambassadors, who go / Abroad upon her errands to and fro. -James Howell, writer (c. 1594-1666)
Another terrific sleep so most grateful for that. Didn't actually get out of bed until just after 8:15 am. I wanted to say goodbye to Catherine and Glasgow, and Kali, of course., otherwise I might well have stayed, to doze, for another hour or more Thanking them for the most enjoyable visit and their generous contributions/help to/with food preparation/hootch, we bade each other farewell. The gang left just after 8:40 am, heading back to Vancouver, after spending much of the earlier part of this past week in Kelowna and Vernon, an on-going celebration of their 33rd wedding anniversary. We had been to their fun-filled wedding, at the Royal Vancouver Yacht Club, in September of 1983.
Once they were gone morning, it was a very lazy time for me, trying to get into a regular routine of prescribed exercises, twice a day, naps and a start on the seemingly unending mountains of email I had received and wanted to answer! Each day sees some improvement in ease of getting around and doing things, such as I'm capable of discharging, around house. Not hurrying anything so simply take things, one small step at a time. Have an appointment to have my staples removed on the 27th of this month so once that is done and I have the go-ahead I plan to start using the stationary bike. Really looking forward to that, as you might well imagine, Dear Reader!
Late that afternoon I wanted to rest my leg so we watched a number of episodes of The Bridge and, as so often happens with series of this kind, we ended up watching all evening, enjoying a dinner of tasty overlefts as we kept our eyes glued to the screen. Managed to tear ourselves away around 11:00 pm and by the time I'd brushed and flossed I was almost too, too sleepy to play Fetch with Soccer Boy. He is such a delight to watch, from his amazing, initial acrobatic leaps into the air, from the bed to more than his considerable body length, when he attempts to catch the ball of paper as soon as it leaves my hand on its trajectory arc into the kitchen, to his return to the bed beside me, crumpled paper clamped in his mouth, to be dropped next to my outstretched hand, triggering another cycle. He could play all night, it seems but I tire well before he does, [Miss Etta has already retired, curled up at Lady Dar's feet, wishing her "brother" would do the same.], so one final toss before I tuck myself under the covers.
Obviously disappointed, [What sad, forlorn eyes he offers.], that the game is now over, Duke continues to worry his "ball", both on the bedroom carpet and atop our bed until, at long last, he too decides it is time to sleep and the house is quiet, except for the occasional sound of passing voices coming from the sidewalk, the swish of tires on Burns Street, the plaintive call of a lonely cricket or the slight rustle of the blinds jostled by the dying gusts of wind soughing through the window screens. More than a pleasant way to fall asleep and it didn't take long for me reach The Land Of Nod, Dear Reader!
Tis Sept 18th & Gill not back from the Yosemite backpack (was supposed to return yesterday). However just received an email saying all's well and they're on the road home. All is fine n dandy here in Sedona except, perhaps, for the heat, ie too much. It certainly enhances the 'feel good mood' to buy a 30 can pack of beer for a twenty and get change!
By now you should be turning cartwheels on the road to recovery, assuming the big day was the 14th. Albeit small cartwheels but at the least, hopefully, the bones and accessories are comfy and turning right and left on command.
We would love to see you here should your wanderings wend you this way. Gill, as you know, is still planning on being a temporary Peruvian during Jan but if you can handle "just Phil" as your host you're still most welcome. We will likely head back North in mid Feb. Cheers for now. Phil
Thanks for the great card, Glasgow! Hope to see you soon, high above Chinatown! Cheers, Il Conduttore!
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