5 weeks since surgery….the countdown continues.
I worked on our bills this morning….they never go away, they just follow you….while Craig drove into Capestang to finish errands. He returned with two surprises….a baguette still warm from the oven and a plum torte for dessert tonight.
In the late afternoon, we made our way downstairs for the now routine physical therapy appointments. Tonight, I see Angelique. Although happy with my progress, she’s also disappointed that I won’t be able to see the doctor next week.
The evening was still young when I finished therapy, so we continued our exploration of the countryside. We drove to a nearby town we’d never seen before….Ginestas. Newer homes flank its perimeter, with tree-lined roads leading to its center. It was much larger than than anticipated….with one-way streets and alleys leading off to wonders yet to be discovered.
When we returned to the cottage, the heat was finally subsiding. We sat outside enjoying the gentle breeze and watching the comings and goings of the local wildlife….a mother duck teaching her four ducklings how to navigate the waters of the canal….a colony of ants migrating to a new, hopefully safer, location….young lizards scurrying across the gravel….you can feel your pulse slowing as you take in these simple acts of nature.
What to make for dinner tonight? Hmmmm, why bother cooking when you have a plum torte waiting for you?