I inhale deeply and imagine change for the better whispering through the breeze as I stand on our fifth floor balcony, gazing out over the expanse of the Pacific Ocean, and while breathing in the healing effects of salty sea air—well, anyway, that’s my plan for this Sunday.
Following my most recent surgery and bronchitis, my energy continues to run on fumes. I’m hoping to find that our five week stay at our timeshare with family (inclusive of Andi and Michael), coming and going, will be so invigorating as to see me feeling eager to walk outside with my trusty companion, my seated walker (instead of walking, back and forth, throughout our home), where, day after day, we’ll freely inhale a refreshing abundance of balmy beach air.
I’m thinking of naming my new walker, which is as eager to step outside of David’s garage as I am eager to step outside after three years of being housebound.
David assembled the walker and the wheelchair, as well, in readiness for our arrival. Both were less expensive to buy than to rent for an extended time, and with the wheelchair all ready to go, I hope my energy level will rise to meet the challenge of enjoying family excursions.
Compared to these past five weeks of physical limpness and mental listlessness, my plan for these next five weeks is ambitious to say the least. If I shoot for the moon and swing on a star, I’ll merit my aspirations wholly successful. After all, quoting Trish (Steven’s high school girlfriend, who, throughout these many years, has remained one of my two ‘adopted’ daughters) Annie, you are a badass warrior!
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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