Bill started his physical therapy this week. Monday’s session kicked his butt. Yesterday he said it felt good. Lots of stretching and leg strengthening. Bill is probably the single most active person I know. All day long he’s doing something around the house or on the golf course or at the speed bag. But he is now using muscles he apparently doesn’t usually use, and he feels it. He is my hero. I cheer him on as I sit and eat bon-bons.
The Yeast of It
I know you’re sick of hearing about my new Kitchenaid Pro 600. Here’s what I have learned to date: When I use the mixer to knead my bread using the dough hook, it works until I turn it off. When I try to turn it back on, it won’t cooperate. The motor just won’t start. If I let it sit for about four hours, it will start again. However, if I use my mixer to make cookies or cake, there’s no problemo. It turns back on. So, I will keep all of that in mind as I plan my baking activities until such time as they are no longer on back order. Then I will keep my fingers crossed that my new mixer isn’t as finicky. In the meantime, look at my beautiful bread…..
The Eyes Have It
I finished my eye drops and had my last follow-up visit with the eye doctor following my cataract surgery. I wouldn’t say I necessarily see like an eagle, but I don’t need my glasses to see any longer. Well, except for reading. Bill begins his journey October 9.
When my brother was visiting a couple of weeks ago, his daughter Jessie and her boyfriend Rob told us a funny story. Before I tell the story, I will submit this photo so that you can get an idea of how tall Rob is (keeping in mind that Jessie is very small)…..
Rob and Jessie are both engineers. He is still working from home, but Jessie goes out to job sites all day. She is tired when she gets home. A few weeks ago, she walked in the door only to find a nerf gun and a note. The message was written like a Mission Impossible task. She was to find the enemy (Rob) and shoot him before he shot her. God bless her; she undertook the mission. She looked throughout the house for at least 30 minutes, but was unable to locate him. She believed she had looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. She finally gave up on the mission, and he showed himself. He had hidden in their linen closet, where he had been for at least 30 or 40 minutes. She noted that she walked by the linen closet, but never opened the door because she KNEW there was NO WAY he could fit into the space…..
What one will do to complete a mission? And I am glad Bill never challenged me in that way!