Would you believe that those were taken at low tide? OK, now that I have your attention, it's back to the more prosaic update.
The check for next summer at the Moorings has been mailed, and we are looking forward to another fun summer. I only hope my mobility issues don't stand in the way. After five years of near dormancy, my peripheral neuropathy became far more aggressive this year. Instead of just annoying my feet, it has moved all the way up to my thighs with tightness, weakness, and a dull ache. Compounding the problem is my arthritic right knee which will be replaced on 30 Nov. That goes along with my spinal fusion this past March and the right hip replacement last year. In just a few months I went from occasionally needing a cane to being totally dependent on my walker.
As you can imagine, the division of labor here has drastically shifted. I still do a lot of the cooking, although safely perched on a new kitchen stool. Standing unaided only lasts for a short time. Although I still could, I am not driving. Someone else, probably son, Mark, again will have to drive the bus to Maine and back. It appears likely that, instead of flying back from SC to NH next October, Mark could drive my '86 Corvette back. I'm not using it. There's no Beefeaters in the house as I have given up the evening martini. My less than dependable balance needs all the help it can get. I do have a couple of fingers of JD after supper, however, when the day's activities are done.
I do spend a good deal of time in the recliner if it is not otherwise occupied.
Mocha likes my chair, too, but she happily relinquishes it when I approach. It is nice to have a golden around the house again.