Steve and Judy's Travels!

 

 

A reminder of our adobe past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the evening light.

 

 

 

Three weeks post-surgery.

 

The knee is so much better.  Physical Therapy three times a week (at home).  Judy does her range of motion exercises every day.  She can get a little impatient at the pace of recovery, but the doctor and PT think she’s on a fine schedule.

 

 

 

Today Judy reports that the knee is starting to feel normal and the most discomfort is now in her thigh, where they put the tourniquet during the surgery, as that part of her leg recovers from the insult.

 

 

It is hard to look away though, from a slow-motion train wreck.

 

If not for the fact that the world-wide infection is serious and deadly, and, well, real; what a great computer game this would make.  You get to try to protect the planet from a global pandemic with options to make every step and misstep possible.  Try all the different scenarios and figure out just the right balance between prosperity and survival strategies.  Except, of course, with a computer simulation it’s okay to get it wrong.

 

Anyway, having torn ourselves away from the coverage, we’ve shifted our attention to movies; and not just any movies, but quality movies.  We’ve watched Creature From the Black Lagoon.  It took me this long since I was eight years old to get up the courage to watch it again.  And Anaconda.  Okay, maybe I’ve already seen it three times but I just can’t stop watching it.  Past episodes of Major Crimes.  I know, not a movie, but charming characters.

 

Quality time.  Sheltering in place.  Thursday, we get to drive to the grocery store and wait in the parking lot while they bring our food order out to us.  There is still excitement in our lives…

 

 

My left foot has been bothering me a little.  Nothing serious; nothing to go to the doctor about; it’s just that particular movements make the top of my foot hurt.  Why would that be?  That’s not an overuse injury from walking.  Walking doesn’t hurt it.

 

Then it dawned on me.  All those years ago, that foot suffered a direct hit from a mortar round.  Normally a person wouldn’t be recounting how they suffered a direct hit from a mortar round, but in my case I had just placed that mortar round in the bed of my truck and as I looked away, it rolled off the truck and landed square on my foot.  That hurt.  Mortar rounds are heavy.  I spent the next week stomping about the jungle in one jungle boot and a shower shoe, until the swelling had gone down enough that I could put my foot back into a boot.

 

No special dispensation.  No purple heart.  No bravery.  Just a reminder after all these years.