Keeping busy. All is grand. Peachy keen, really. I should be doing less. This is my contradiction: I can’t do much, naturally I want to do more.
I’m learning what to do when, meaning: not that and never. This is a slow trial and error process. I think I should be able to do everything I normally do, of course. Need help hauling that cement? Doing a bit of roofing repair? Playing a little tag football? I can’t do those things yet. (I don’t know anything about roofing, but give me a few months and I’ll come help you carry cement bags if you like.) It frustrates me a bit that I can’t do the basics, like pick up things, or reach.
This is the other thing I know: don’t push through the pain barrier.
Easy to say, difficult to do. Three days of medium activity means I’ve asked too much of a shoulder just three weeks removed from the operating table. That’s created a cumulative discomfort. Happily, all of the things I’d complain about are par for the course based on what I’ve read; I just need to do less. Being hurt does not allow for a lot of exciting blogging.
Meantime, I looked out of the windows to the east this evening and saw the neighborhood bathed in a beautiful light. I walked outside to the west and saw this:
We do have the best sunsets here.
