I must confess. I’ve got his cold. A shared cold isn’t exactly a better cold, and I am sinking while he is getting better. He reports this will be a seven day cold. I’ll let you know.
April 18, 2015
April 16, 2015
My apologies to you all. I hadn’t known that I was writing negatively. I hadn’t realized that I was sharing my tiredness and feelings of age with everyone here. I hadn’t even known that I was depressed.
Folks would ask me how I felt, and my response was often, “Old.”
I’m not feeling at all old this week. I’ve discovered the trick to climbing stairs with a little verve: lifting my right leg very high. I’m feeling fiftyish rather than eightyish. I’m doggedly doing my workouts in the morning pool. I’m doing all my leg, hand, and shoulder PT in the hot tub. Next week I might be cranky as I am beginning another series of visits with the dentist, but I won’t be feeling old.
Posted by Mage at 9:24 AM
April 14, 2015
The last PT for the shoulder yesterday. I’d given that last exercise list to G thinking it was a receipt. Now that I’ve found it again, perhaps it needs to be laminated. I’ll take it with me to the pool every morning.
Somehow this last week, I’ve been feeling more positive about myself. I climb stairs with more verve, clean up after myself with a dash more pizzazz, laugh more often at myself, and have more fun with the day to day stuff. Stuff be me. Maybe it’s the sunshine.
Perhaps in the end, when one thinks of oneself as an artist and photographer, it’s nice when one has a camera that works.
Posted by Mage at 2:57 PM