The weather has straightened up to the point that I can go outside every morning at first daylight and see which flowers are blooming, and what seeds have germinated and sprung up in the garden. That's how I like to start the day.
Once again I'm having quite a problem with my knees; going uphill or ascending steps is very painful lately, so that I limp my way along during much of our daily walk. I think I'm going to have to let Cliff do the hills by himself, and I'll walk around on the level until he rejoins me.
So here I am weighing the consequences of going to the orthopedist. Unless I go, I don't know whether I have other options besides knee replacement. If it's time for knee replacement, do I want to be laid up in summer? We'd have to cancel our motorcycle plans, and I doubt that I could do much gardening while recuperating. On the other hand, right now we have two insurances: Cliff's plan from work, and my Medicare Complete; once he retires, it will only be Medicare. I can't help but think about the people I've heard of who developed staph infection after knee surgery and almost died. There are so many things to consider, but of course if I don't go to the orthopedist, I won't be making any decision.
OK, my whining is done for this day; after all, it could be worse: My knees don't hurt when I'm sitting or lying down.
My sister, as always, brought back bushels of grapefruit from Texas. They are especially appreciated this year, since there was no crop last year.
Grapefruits must have been fairly cheap when I was a kid, because I remember we had them fairly often. Mother taught me to eat them by slicing them in half, sprinkling a teaspoon of sugar on each half, and digging my spoon into each section one by one, bringing out a nice little juicy spoonful of fruit. When I had gotten all I could with my spoon, I'd squeeze the half-grapefruit onto my plate, pick up the plate to my mouth, and slurp all the juice as though drinking from a cup. I never did have very good table manners.
Nowadays I stand over the sink or step outside, peel the grapefruit like an orange, eat the pulp from each section and toss the bitter membrane. There's no need for sugar on these Texas grapefruits.
If we don't go for a motorcycle ride today, I'll mow the yard. It's looking pretty bad.
I haven't been blogging as much lately, nor am I reading as many blogs as usual. I guess I'm just in a slump, or maybe it's spring fever. I don't know when I've ever been so happy to see spring arrive as I am this year.