Shadow rolled in piles of Chilean Mesquite leaves as the temperature crept past the 70 degree mark. The southwest breeze accompanied by a typically brilliant blue sky continues to bump us over 70, a mark I hadn’t seen in several weeks; perhaps a couple of months. I managed to coax Rosie out of the house; unusual since by habit she’d prefer to lay inside on the couch. Wait, spoke too soon; she just got up to shake off her dusty leaves and beg to head back inside. Lucky for me she’s recently shaved so the carry-in volume will be limited; that’ll help considerably on the clean-up later. Looks as if it’ll be just me and the sister’s Lab soaking up the early afternoon shot of Vitamin D.
On the upside most of the inside chores are completed; nothing left that cannot be knocked out in 30. A shame to waste an entire Chamber of Commerce of a day inside. We’ll finish watering plants, picking up the yard and perhaps pruning a few bushes and trees. Everything took a beating during the early month freeze; a flurry of post-freeze articles consistently warned against rushing the pruning process; recommending waiting until into March. I’ll only prune the really dead stuff; how about that.
A result of the last minute booking was a later than normal flight coupled with a delayed start and connection layover made for a less than ideal start to the trip. Denver International is a decent place for a lengthy layover; plenty of space to move around as well as to find a corner to catch up on a little work or nap. It reminded me of the reason for the upcoming procedure; hiking through the terminal fully loaded started wearing on the leg after a few minutes. That put a quick end to kicking around the place and put an early start to catching up on a bit of work. Right on about four days from now I’ll be wheeled out of the clinic, dumped on a couch, pumped full of meds and provided the standard good wishes by the under-appreciated support staff of the clinic.
I realize my biggest concern; it’s that for whatever reason I’m determined to not be a good candidate once it begins. Subsequently I’m zipped up, sent home with a 2-3 day follow-up date at which time I’m told of the reason. Bad bones, bad muscle, too arthritic. I end up right where I am today. That’s it—-time to head back in and finish up the remaining 30.
wag more – bark less
AniMal