One thing about having a bad knee: it gives you lots of time to work on your writing, which is a rebirth of sorts. I am now working on a tractor poem—a limited genre, I realize—but with the difficulties I had this winter with clearing the snow, the poem might turn out to be fairly dramatic. I also did some work with my blog site and my Facebook page, the biggest accomplishment being able to add photos to both pages. I did put in more information about myself, but photos (from the great blizzard this winter, from the Big Bend trip, and some spring wildflowers) do add a great deal to the presentation.
I went swimming again, and I was hoping to test my knee with 9 holes of golf, but rain stopped that plan. It was now about 6 and I wasn’t sure what to do. That makes me uneasy and increases my sense of isolation, so when Rob called to see if I wanted to take a walk, I jumped at the opportunity.
We walked in his neighborhood under umbrellas and the physical activity and the conversation stabilized my mood. Then, when we returned to his house, his wife Fay and his two children, Rachael and Noah, were playing a word game and I asked if I could play. They were a little suspicious about whether I would have an unfair advantage (being an English Professor) but we all had a lot of fun, and Rachael ending up winning.