A Windy Tuesday
The winds and temps in the high 40s are making short work of whatever snow we had on the ground. Not missing that at all.
This forenoon we had a funeral. Dennis’ daughter Sue’s father-in-law. Dennis had known “Swede” his entire life. One more of the mainstays of our community gone. Swede was several years younger than Dennis.
PT was on the docket for me this afternoon. Good progress is in the works. The amount of pressure and the length of time on areas where tendons and muscles are at war . . . eventually the area relaxes and then a deeper depth is sought. In my grandmother Laura’s time, nothing like PT was prescribed or it wasn’t sought out for relief. Over time, a situation as I am experiencing would have become the usual. Arthritis loves nothing better than to find an inflamed area to set about calcifying the nearest joint possible enmeshing it for all times to come. By moving more than resting and taking my walks with long strides, I plan on beating this.
I had planned on making chili for supper. What with the PT work today, I will wait until tomorrow and take a long walk instead. It would have been with a pound of bear hamburger and a pound of beef hamburger. Folks we know tell us, it is good eating. I plan on taking it slow with quite a few spices on hand and a lot of sautéed onions. Dennis added that it is a very red meat. Time will tell. At least I can share with those that gave it to us that it was tried.
True to the UPS, the Christmas stockings were delivered to rural Stewart by noon today. Hard to believe the delivery was in less than 24 hours. It does pay to do things early in the season.
As I have been venting, the temperature has risen to 52 degrees and the winds have become stronger still.