I think it’s actually a wonderful thing to be so busy at my age, and spending all of the last few days either out of town visiting old friends who asked me to bring some copies of my new book up so we could visit while I signed them…
… or staying at home after a few morning appointments, and spending hours doing chores that are time-consuming to accomplish but that. must be done. The one I did Monday is a monthly chore, and the one today only has to be done every four months. I’ll only say that they’re medical-related, one for him, one for me, and that it is greatly rewarding to have them done and their results available.
My morning appointments have been to a physical therapist, who is putting me through the wringer at my request, helping me to get more flexible and stronger. We’re working on talking the muscles into holding the bones where they are. Twice a week for the rest of the month. He is enjoying giving me homework, which is only fair, since I gave so much out during my career.
This morning I was remembering Kippy and her medals at Special Olympics. This picture is in the book, The Girl Who Talked Too Much, but it’s not in color.
Ann Dickinson Sargent 