Saturday musings
Jun. 3rd, 2006 06:31 pmThe day is cooling off, redwood trees casting the garden into shadow. Soon Dave will go out and spray the vineyard with sulfur. We took two naps, bracketing an early dinner with Rose, her girlfriend Marcie, and Dave's sister, Sue. Dave grilled fresh local wild salmon, yellow squash and eggplant, while I put together a big green salad, red-onion-orange-ginger salsa for the fish, and chopped a fine sweet watermelon into bite sized morsels. Now a cup of Republic of Tea blueberry tea sits at my elbow, I am listening to a rich, evocative album: YO-YO MA PLAYS ENNIO MORRICONE and preparing to dive into THE ALTON GIFT. I woke from my second nap to the realization that I have only 3 or 4 major scenes to write to finish the draft. Then to go back and read for continuity.
The knee continues to be frustrating. Every morning I wake up pain free and optimistic, but if I walk any distance, even a few hundred feet, agony strikes. I discovered something interesting. In a pissy, rebellious mood, figuring that since I was already in pain, I had nothing to lose, I added squats, lunges, and plie lunges (2 sets of 12, slow and careful) to my workout. Lo and behold, the pain vanished. It did return later in the day. Did them again this morning and here it is, late afternoon with only minor discomfort. I see the PT again on Wednesday, armed with this information.
The knee continues to be frustrating. Every morning I wake up pain free and optimistic, but if I walk any distance, even a few hundred feet, agony strikes. I discovered something interesting. In a pissy, rebellious mood, figuring that since I was already in pain, I had nothing to lose, I added squats, lunges, and plie lunges (2 sets of 12, slow and careful) to my workout. Lo and behold, the pain vanished. It did return later in the day. Did them again this morning and here it is, late afternoon with only minor discomfort. I see the PT again on Wednesday, armed with this information.