Two weeks or more ago, I was wishing to walk in the timber. Leaves were changing, and the dry leaves of the trees have a wonderful smell in autumn. I have had to stop walking at various times over the years because of my knees, but once in a while I'll try again. For some reason, it worked this time. I don't know why old age pains sometimes get better for a while, but it happens. Even from day to day, the pain can be more or less. I've learned to do what I can when I can, knowing the changes aren't permanent.
I intended that first walk to be about ten minutes that day, which would get me to the nearest part of our timber. When I got there I noticed that my knees weren't hurting yet, so I walked on about ten or twelve minutes more before I turned and came back. Now mind you, I was walking slowly... but I was walking.
I've continued walking, probably five days weekly. I'm going much farther now, still walking slowly without real pain, although when I wake up next day, sometimes my knees do hurt; usually it's the replacement knee, on the left leg. On those days I don't do my walk in the pasture.
Walking like this won't last, it never does. But I'm making the best of it right now, and it is truly a gift. Gabe is glad to be back to walking with me, too. I told him to sit for a portrait, which he did; but I don't think he wanted to.
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