Well, no signs yet of the abnormally high temperatures around the world abating. I guess we just have to suck it up, right, because it’s not like humans caused it or anything.
At any rate, I’m turning the WAYBAC Machine nearly four decades back for today’s earworm. Seems appropriate.
Noticed the hibiscus-on-steroids shrubs on my walk earlier this week. I’d swear they weren’t there the day before, but…
Anyhow—they’re about nine inches in diameter, so they’re quite stunning.
Get this.
Yesterday, Costco
already had their Halloween yard display merch out.
Mid-July,
people! Mid-July!
Well, perhaps I
should be grateful it wasn’t Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph the Red-Nosed
Reindeer.
As I was precariously picking my way around some storm drain structure to get close to the sacred lotus this weekend, I noticed some other water-loving plants that were equally beloved by the bees. So, here you go.
Bit of a challenge, being grateful today. Because—I dunno what happened at my PT on Friday, but feels like a lot of my recovery progress took a 180 turn. Before the session, I was zipping up and down stairs fine, but when I got back, I had to revert to step-pull, step-pull in both directions. Moreover, I could not kneel or put weight on the bent knee, so I had to cancel my yoga lesson. You cannot know what a loss that is to me. And I cannot in any way perform a reverse clamshell (lie on side with knees and ankles stacked; lift ankle, pivoting on knee). Can. Not. Do. It.
I’m six weeks
out from the surgery and still hobbled, which is not the experience I had with
the first one. I’m pissed off, I’m worried and I really, really do not
like pain.
I can, however,
walk. And I walked over to the corporate campus next door and discovered that
the sacred lotus in one of the ponds is having a bumper year. I mean—seems like
the most I’ve seen since I’ve been here.
So I’m letting
their beauty fill my consciousness, grateful that they’re here to greet me when
I haul my sorry ass out.
That’s not
nothing.
