Goslings

The Canada geese were camped out in their usual spot as we did our walk around Spring Lake this morning. There were dozens of them in several different family groupings, parents on guard hissing madly at Spike. The goslings, however remained calm, sleeping in the grass, secure in the knowledge that there would be no hostile invasions as long as the grown-ups were on duty. This one popped its head up after Spike had passed. A week ago they had lighter colored bills. Now they have turned into a handsome patent leather black to match their legs.

I stopped to talk to a small blond boy who was waving a long piece of grass at me and smiling. He was not very verbal but kept pointing at the stand of grasses next to the path. I was wondering if he might be deaf but eventually the woman he was with who, I presumed was his grandmother, said, 'Oliver is developmentally disabled, but he has a heart as big as the universe'. I smiled and said, 'Ah, I could see that' without saying which part of that statement I was referring to. Although I think it was both.

Yesterday I felt full of energy, racing around accomplishing numerous small tasks with no pain at all in my knee. Sherisse, the teacher asked me in Pilates if I had gotten a cortisone shot yet, and I said I had and that  she must have noticed. It was a good class

I wish I knew why the next day, while not debilitating, I'm walking around more gingerly and feeling less energetic. It was fun while it lasted. With any luck it will be back soon....I'm beginning to feel that along with 'one day at a time, my other mantra is acceptance , in spite of the fact that there are some things I will never accept....perhaps it is the ability to know the difference that I'm seeking.