The pain has abated a bit, but I am very tired. We are up most mornings by 6:30 with our critters. Today, my Physical Therapy appointment is at 1:30 PM, thus interfering with naps or pretend naps. Bedtime is around 9 PM, so it will be a long day.
To prepare for PT, I took a shower this morning and used whatever energy I had. Afterward, I was barely able to make it downstairs to my easy chair.
Naps don’t work for me, never have. I can lay on my bed for an hour or so, but nothing happens. Sometimes I sit in my chair and fall asleep, but that’s not the same thing. David lays down, falls asleep and awakens ready to walk dogs or do whatever. He’s been a huge help for which I am grateful.
Other than his chronic complaints about an arm that he can’t raise above his shoulder and a knee-joint than needs replacing, he seems to be in reasonable health for a fellow who will be 85 next month. I try to ensure he is eating properly, and have banned potato chips. David can eat a half bag of chips and call it supper. Kathy says we have to take care of him and brings various dishes over as does his daughter Julie. I have fixed the odd meal, mostly making a mess in the kitchen. How long before I can enjoy simple things again? Meanwhile, David enjoys the ministering angels around here. Taking care of the caretaker is important.
This week, to celebrate our anniversary, we were going to attempt a trip to the National Gallery to see the Degas-Cassett exhibit. But we are avoiding public spaces downtown. Tomorrow, perhaps we will drive over to Del Ray and locate Two Tarts, the “gluten-free” bakery on Mount Vernon Avenue. I asked Kathy if she wanted to come along as I intend to get over to the Art Center where my friend Maritsa has a studio.
Actually, Maritsa may be in Florence Italy where she owns an apartment, inherited from an aunt. She spends part of each year in Italy, but I have been away from my pool group for sometime, so I can’t remember who is where. She tells me, some of the items taken from the apartment during WWII were recovered by the ‘Monuments Men.’
Kathy spent some time in Italy, studying art, and she is encouraging me to travel there. Oh who knows. I do hope to recover my energy and be able to walk a couple of miles each day at some point. Most of the Elder hostel packages include this as a condition of travel.