The Boot: Day 8; Onion Watch: Day 3
The cats are still fine. They have done all the cat things: scampering (both of them), tail-chasing (Saffron), getting underfoot (mostly Cassie), demanding to be fed at the wrong times (both of them).
I finally received the Evenup Shoe Balancer that I ordered, which is a kind of sandal that is more or less bungied onto the shoe of one's uninjured foot, when one is wearing a walking cast or boot on the other foot. It's not infinitely adjustable, and it isn't supposed to get wet, and one is sternly enjoined against rapid walking or walking on lumpy surfaces like grass, gravel, or, I presume, snow. But it's still a great relief that the two pieces of my current footgear are now of approximately the same height. I made an incautiously fast turn while carrying a pot of boiling water and pasta to the sink, however, and there was a distinct wobble. NO RAPID WALKING, and no sudden changes of direction. But the various bits of hip, back, and knee that were complaining about my uneven gait have subsided quite a lot.
I'm poking at Going North, trying to decide whether I want to write an introduction to the short-story collection, and trying not to be too impatient. I don't need to cook tomorrow, so I might try doing some laundry. The excitement!
I also continue rereading Anthony Price and playing tag with the bad fairies.
Pamela
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I finally received the Evenup Shoe Balancer that I ordered, which is a kind of sandal that is more or less bungied onto the shoe of one's uninjured foot, when one is wearing a walking cast or boot on the other foot. It's not infinitely adjustable, and it isn't supposed to get wet, and one is sternly enjoined against rapid walking or walking on lumpy surfaces like grass, gravel, or, I presume, snow. But it's still a great relief that the two pieces of my current footgear are now of approximately the same height. I made an incautiously fast turn while carrying a pot of boiling water and pasta to the sink, however, and there was a distinct wobble. NO RAPID WALKING, and no sudden changes of direction. But the various bits of hip, back, and knee that were complaining about my uneven gait have subsided quite a lot.
I'm poking at Going North, trying to decide whether I want to write an introduction to the short-story collection, and trying not to be too impatient. I don't need to cook tomorrow, so I might try doing some laundry. The excitement!
I also continue rereading Anthony Price and playing tag with the bad fairies.
Pamela
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