I can’t wait to get back to the orthopedic surgeon. Since the cortisone shot a few weeks ago I haven’t noticed any improvement. I think the first few days I might have been a victim of wishful thinking. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sleep for more than three hours. It seems like every night I’m up and wandering around the house between 2-4. The throbbing pain in the top of my shoulder has now found a home in the top of my arm. Hopefully next Tuesday I’ll get sent to have an MRI done on it. Being an active person, this injury has zapped the life out of me because I can’t do the things I like to do. While I’m not completely limited, I’ve been cut off from the things that bring me the most joy and happiness. I know the road to recovery will be long and hard but there’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m a fighter as well as a survivor.
I went for a walk with a good buddy yesterday. He was remodeling his house on Lake George when I arrived. I would have liked to sit on his dock and watch the sun go down but he wanted to walk through the woods.
We talked back and forth as we gained elevation. With it being so warm I could feel the beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, onto my cheek and falling into the leaves. When we stopped to rest I could see the lake down below. It’s too early to be swamped with boats, so it was a rather peaceful sight. The water was calm and most of the gigantic summer homes looked abandoned from a distance.
We covered a lot of area before darkness consumed the sky. When we got back to his house I hopped in my truck and headed home. I still had a few things to do to get ready for my tax appointment today.
I made the tax appointment over a month ago. I couldn’t wait to get it behind me. It took about five minutes before I realized I shouldn’t have tried taking the easy way out. I went to the senior center to have them done because it wouldn’t cost anything. I figured I would save a good chunk of change if I didn’t have to pay the accountant like I did the last couple of years. Although I was told they could do my taxes there, I quickly learned they couldn’t.
With all of the transactions and printing of the latest book it caused too many intricate problems they weren’t familiar with handling. I was irritated but realized it was my fault. I guess I’ll have to call the accountant before the end of the week since tax day will be here in less than a month.
I had to go to the pet store tonight to get some pain pills and food for my dog, Theo. It’s quite sad because every time I go I’m not sure if it will be the last time I’m there for him. His health has been fading. He laid on my feet last night. His tiny brown eyes had a tired, sad look in them. As I pet him his eyes slowly closed and I watched him breath as he drifted into sleep. I love that dog. I’ll never forget the day I came home and found him in my kitchen as a gift. He had a tendency to annoy people, but he never bothered me, even when he barked all night long.
I’ve never met anyone who knew much about his breed. He’s a Schipperke. A few weeks ago when the visual artist from Australia was here he saw Theo and said, “He’s a rat terrier. They were bred in Belgium and used on canal boats as watch dogs for rats and mice. Later on they became a Belgian royalty pet.” I was amazed. The man was brilliant. I’m still in awe of him and the time I spent with him was worth every minute.There weren’t many things he didn’t know something about.
He paid me an unbelievable compliment yesterday. In an email he told me I gave him what so many others couldn’t. He said it was my ability to articulate that stood out. The email was full of positive things. I felt great after I read it. Although I felt insignificant while I was around him, I can see through our correspondence that I made an impression on him as well.
I’m headed to New Hampshire this weekend. I’m looking forward to the quiet and peaceful ride through the Green Mountains of Vermont. I’ll be alone without any outside interference. I’ve made a habit of riding in the car without any noise. The silence can be almost deafening at times but exhilarating.
The conference I’m going to is right on the edge of the White Mountains in New Hampshire. I would imagine that there’s still snow on the larger peaks and I’m looking forward to some fantastic scenery.
There are no deep thoughts rambling around inside my head tonight. I’ll have to come back at another time when I’m ready to tackle something that strikes a chord.
There’s one thing I started saying this week every day on the way back and forth to work. I also say it when I wake up in the morning and before I go to sleep at night.
Anything is possible
I’ve already done things that others might have thought were impossible. I’ve dreamed dreams and I’ve accomplished them. I’ve set goals and followed the necessary steps to make them a reality.
Right now I must keep reminding myself that Anything is possible.
I have a few ideas I would like to explore. These ideas will require me to step out of my comfort zone and take a chance. I have to dot all of my i’s and cross all of my t’s but I must take chances. Hopefully I’ll find a way to do this in the months and years ahead.
I can clearly see the path I must follow. It’s a matter of putting on my hiking shoes and heading into the unknown forest to explore a much different place than where I’ve ever been.