It obviously rained last night, though I didn’t hear it. The forecast calls for up to 11 days of possible rain.
I have a tentative date for the first finger surgery in early June. Earlier than I expected.
My fingers are increasingly stiff. Range of motion is limited and it’s hard to pick up things. Forget small things where you need dexterity.
Ah, but as I tell myself it could always be worse. Always. And you have to cling to that to keep your spirits up.
I tell myself maybe I won’t post here, but somehow it’s hard to carry through.
Because I’d miss my mornings with you. Telling you about my life even though it’s far from exciting.
Sharing my garden and the pets.
Charlie’s Rehab Doctor:
Last Tuesday at acupuncture they had their rehab doctor take a look at Charlie’s sinking and hind limb crossing. She added a treatment with kinesiotaping on his thighs.
This tape will help stimulate nerves by cutaneous mechanisms and may assist with wider based placement of his hind limbs. I’m to take it off tomorrow.
Poor little guy. Of the three of us, Ivy is the most active and limber. She is young, just 3 years old now, and her daily actions reflect that.
I don’t have anything planned for the weekend. But I seldom do. If it rains I will sit here and watch it through the French doors. How I love the sound of rain falling.
Here is where I enjoy watching the birds hop about and fly in to the bird baths for drinking and bathing. I try to keep the bird baths clean for them.
Noisy Little Sparrows:
This morning I was standing at the door waiting for Charlie to come in and suddenly heard this cacophony of bird sound.
Three little sparrows flew to the tree branches and seemed to either be having a good time or squabbling among themselves.
Seems odd how a little bird can produce so much noise!