Another week…or two.

A full two weeks. Stress tests in Edmonton, allowing me to lower one medication by one half; a supper meeting with a “young” woman that I haven’t seen since she was eighteen – now sixty; going to a variety show that featured three below average stand-up comics, and a burlesque troupe in which we have a young friend. That was fun, and tasteful, in comparison with some of the other stuff on offer.

Finally, a start on the refinishing of the garage floor, which is proceeding apace. Beatrix was off to a one-day conference/memorial in Winnipeg, and I participated in two or three cardiac rehab sessions. The high point of these hours is that my therapist has started me on “upper body work,” which means strengthening my pathetically weak arms! The exercises are excruciating – or were to begin with. By now, I am building some muscle, and I can do more than in the beginning…thank God. Dr. Swartz will be pleased; she is forever complaining about my lack of upper body development. What does she expect, Tarzan at 80?

Tomorrow AM sees me off to Fort Saskatchewan for a second cataract removal. Beatrix must drive me, but when I’m recovered from that, its new glasses for me. People keep asking me if I might have no glasses. I had glasses long before I had cataracts, so I expect another $900 bill for new lenses. I’ll keep the old frames, however. Cheap Scot that I am!

Father’s Day was interesting. I received flowers from one child, two phone calls from others. That’s all I wanted, really…a chance to hear their voices and to take a moment out of their lives.

I went through the credit cards today, and discovered that we actually have five CIBC car ds, only one of which we use, periodically. Next week, a morning at the bank, cancelling most of them. Thinning out again!

This weekend is Norah Lumax’s wedding. The mother of the bride, whom I have known since she was sixteen, has asked me to participate minimally, asking the question regarding support of the bride and grooms parents, and to attend the rehearsal dinner, where I will get to reconnect with her father, whom I haven’t seen for almost thirty years! I consider it an honour to do this.

All in all, a big week, and I am still progressing on the road to recovery. Tonight, I will drive the route I walk each morning for seventy minutes, to see just how far I actually go each day! ‘More anon’, as Grandma Black always said.