Teddy Springfield came to walk with me this morning. He is half of a wonderful partnership—the other half is my Canadian daughter, Sue. Those two are so happily together it makes your heart sing. Teddy is a fitness buff and a retired chiropractor, two things that matter when I’m trying to learn to walk again. His strength is comforting—I know he’s not going to let me fall. And his knowledge of body and bones is helpful—he told me one evening recently that I had to hold my wrist stiff. He could feel the bones popping, and I was going to have trouble with that wrist if I didn’t change the way I held it. Since it’s my right wrist and essential to typing, I can’t afford to have trouble with it. Holding the wrist stiff and straight puts more pressure on my legs, which is good. Even I could tell that. Today, when I said my back hurt, he said it was because I was using muscles I hadn’t used in a long time. I’m going to ask him about that dreaded subject, spinal stenosis.
We walked the driveway to the point where it takes a sharp downward incline. Teddy was ready to try the incline but I wasn’t. Still, it was a longer walk than I’m used to taking, and I was tuckered when we got back to the cottage. The thing about Teddy is that he’s also one of the most positive people I’ve ever met. As we walk he utters soft words of encouragement, and when we got back, he was enthusiastic about how well I’m doing.
I don’t want to diminish the importance of the walking Jordan and Christian do with me, but there’s a difference—Teddy comes specifically to walk. The kids try to fit it into their busy schedules. Tonight, we had happy hour company—about 8:30, they all left the cottage to retreat into the house, but I didn’t get my nightly walk. Ideally, I’d like to walk twice a day—not on the walker, but holding on to someone—that requires more effort on my part.
Chandry and Lee, our guests tonight, brought wonderful snacks—cheese and apples, hummus and a dip. My contribution was an egg dish that a treasured friend gave me years ago. I never tried it because, well, I just wasn’t sure how it would work out. But I’m experimenting these days, and I decided it was time to either try it or pitch it. Tonight, I say it’s a keeper for sure. Essentially you hard-boil eggs and then make a pesto of garlic and parsley, olive oil and a hint of vinegar to go over the sliced eggs. Refrigerate. Delicious!
I also pickled blackberries today. Who ever heard of pickled berries? Yet in one week I read two recipes for them and decided I had to try. It was really so easy, and the cool thing is you get blackberry vinegar as a result. I’ve refrigerated the berries and vinegar separately but will make a marinated cucumber salad with them for company later in the week. Cucumbers with blackberries? I’ll keep you posted.
Yes, I did work on my writing today, but not as much as I should.