I’ve been raiding my granddaughters Facebook pages and found some items I like. Good thing, because given my schedule this past couple of weeks, I am meeting myself coming and going and have taken few snaps.
First of all, my physical therapy is going well. I confess, I break many of the rules, but apparently was physically fit before the surgery so despite my shortcomings, I am walking without a cane, except when I walk Johnny, and then I use the cane to counter his tugging.
I’m doing a better job of getting to know my neighbors, which vastly improves my outlook on life. In other words, interacting with people is good for my psyche. I am an introvert, but lately, I have managed to carry on at least one conversation each day as I walk around my neighborhood. This has helped Johnny to become a friendlier dog too.
Today I spoke with Pat, who works at our local library and looks to be about 100 years old. We talked about a half hour about a holly tree in her yard which has more berries than any holly I have ever seen. I mentioned we live on the Eastern flyway, and Pat says each year a flock of birds descends on the tree and strips it bare. As it has many berries at present, the birds must visit on their northward migration in spring. Meanwhile, a catbird lives in the top of the tree and warns other birds to keep away. Pat says he’s been there forever.
I asked Pat what kind of holly it was, and she said she didn’t know. About 40 years ago, her boyfriend got it at the dime store, a gift for her and her dog Holly. The little holly was very tiny and today it is as tall as her two-story house, and a good 15 feet across the bottom.
Pat says her next-door neighbor is moving out into the Virginia countryside. She says, it has dawned on her that even if you live somewhere for 50 years everything changes. I told her that was a shock for me too. After years of moving around, we finally settled in the neighborhood where we have lived for 30 years, but it is constantly undergoing change. I lived in this neighborhood in the 1960s before I moved further south for a couple of years, and I can barely recognize it today.
The hardest thing for me is that my grandkids all moved away. But I can still see them on Facebook.
Joy and her boyfriend Joshua on Skyline Drive – fall colors on display
Then and now…Rita and Joy
Hannah’s dog Ezekiel and Rita’s cat