….in a motorhome. By the shores of the Campbell river. Leaning a bit heavily on our friend’s kindness. We are in recovery (both of us. I do not handle damages to family members well…unless it is me).
But Sal walked today…about 200 feet (100 feet OUT – 100 feet back)! And she was very happy about it until the 175 foot mark. “Sheesh, that was a good walk but the last few feet getting back is a bit tough but….I’ll be fine….” Then she mounted the stairs and got back in to bed.
And that is likely to be our routine for awhile. Which is good, really. Firstly, she walked very well. She walked with confidence. AND she kinda walked a bit more quickly than I thought she could. Plus, after her first day’s 300 foot marathon, the doc said, ‘don’t push it. Keep doing it but not that much.’ So she just did 2/3 of a marathon. All and all that is very good progress.
And, as a bonus, two ravens showed up this morning! Sat in the closest tree. Squawked like hell for a couple of minutes and then left. It was very much like home….a bit weird but also strangely comforting.
This a 30 foot class A motorhome. All the modcons. And this kinda rig used to be the aspiration…kinda….I would have loved to have had a 30 foot stealth camper, a converted bread-van with a sign on the side that said, “Western Plumbing and Sewage”. Maybe “Western Plumbing and Irrigation.” You know….? A mobile home we can live in, reside comfortably and that didn’t draw any attention. I planned on parking in golf course parking lots. We’d look like we belonged there. They are quiet at night. It was an idea….and I kind of kept that idea percolating….
….but the moho is just not as fun as it used to be. Of course, I know that the present situation is colouring my view (and the day with the flat tire) but, well…I know what my enthusiasm feels like and I know when it is absent. My enthusiasm for a moho has left the parking lot. Must be an age-thing, eh? Could be a Trump-thing…..I suppose….
It may come back next November…..we’ll see.
As you will well understand, I am sure, there is NOT that much news to share in convalescence….it is a state of being that is marked primarily by boredom interrupted occasionally by pain and/or frustration. Bowel movements become news. But it might be worse for Sal. People like her need to move around. It is who she is. We all call her the Energizer Bunny. She has ravines to attend to, quilts to quilt and outboard engines to fix. There will not be much of any of that for awhile. But I can see the squares of cloth, the ravens, her little boat trips, the stream and ravine looming in her not-so-distant future. I think we are past the worst of the operation stage and now we are fully into the rehab segment.
I am not 100% sure about much but one thing I know: there WILL BE QUILTS!