Yeah, I'm talking about Arthur Itis. Some of you may know him very well, but right now he's making his home in my knees.
I was doing so well for several weeks. No limping, not even using my cane. I even did some dancing!! But now **sigh**
The weather changed. It's cold and wet. And I hurt. The cold itself, or the rain itself, alone doesn't bother me. But it's the change in weather that hurts. So far the pain and stiffness are confined to the knees, but I feel a creeping stiffness toward the left hip.
Oh, well, kwitcherbitchin'. Some people can't walk at all.
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Went to visit friend Allen (the recent widower). We talked about G-d and the World to Come, and Helen. I think he's questioning and wanted some consolation or maybe assurance that his beloved Helen would be waiting for him in Eternity. Now my faith is strong and positive, and I think I left him cheered up. Oh, I hope so. He is such a dear man. I hate to see him so lost and lonely.
My granddaughter is going to be spending the weekend with me, and we'll go visit him on Sunday before I take her home. He keeps asking about "that pretty little girl," and I keep telling him she's not so little anymore. She's 12 years old and about five feet five inches now.
But Rena is a pretty girl, and a very loving child. Helen and Allen both thought of her as a charming, well-mannered child, almost like another grandchild. They always enjoyed her company. But this will be the first time she has visited since Helen died. We'll see how it goes. I'll have to warn her, though, that Allen wants to talk about Helen almost to the exclusion of anything else.
So, I guess I'll hobble to my recliner now and see what's on TV.
Shalom