One…two…three…

I think, in my story of recovery, this is where it starts to get boring. For me, the whole process is kind of repetitive. Walk…rest…read…eat…read…TV…sleep. I may be fooling myself, but it seems I have the process kind of under control at the moment. I’ve pushed the edges once or twice: two hours at the West Edmonton Mall on a Saturday afternoon, with no anxiety attack, for example. Walking all the way through town to the grocery story, shopping all the way before getting a ride home, just sore legs, no head ache.

Beatrix is away this week, so people are a little worried about whether I’ll be OK I her absence. So far, so good. Of course, I have all the bases covered as I said last time. Rides whenever I need them, people calling to hear me breathe. (No casseroles at the door, yet, darn it…) My BP takes are all wonderfully normal, partly because I have no one to talk to, so I do a lot of sitting quietly. It’s all good. Even the reading is going well.

Zoran drove me to Rimbey for worship yesterday, for which I am deeply grateful, so I saw a lot of people I knew…no anxiety attach. And I FINALLY finished Weeds! They ruined that series by trying to capitalize on the excellent first 10 or 12 episodes. Ended up with 50, in Mexico. Too much.

Shortly I’m off to Tim’s for coffee and a visit. Cleaners are coming tomorrow AM, so I have some cleaning to do tonight. (Doesn’t that sound STUPID? – cleaning up for the cleaners?) I’ll save some of this for later, to see if anything interesting happened to me…

Nope¡ Lots of walking in the sun, quiet coffee at Tim’s. Sore legs from the long walks, but otherwise, just fine. One of the advantages of being alone is that my life is quiet and low key. The only real excitement in the day was a phone call I received while shopping late this morning. Jean Waters and Bob Kayes somehow stumbled on my blog, and were phoning just to make contact and talk a bit. Haven’t talked to either of them for some years, so it was good to catch up.

Another quiet evening ahead of me. I told you it would get boring. One foot in front of the other, step, step, step…