Why does walking down the road alone seem like exercise but pushing a wheelchair feels like merely taking a pleasant stroll? Thursday I took Maggie, my little patient, for a walk around the block in her wheelchair. The sun was shining warmly above us and a breeze was blowing. We just kept walking; we walked around that silly block three times! We watched a squirrel scampering in a pile of limbs and sticks left from the ice storm, admired a little boy's new bike and shiny helmet and enjoyed a patch of daffodils. We walked as long as I do when I do it for exercise but I didn't want to go in I was having such a nice time! Maggie doesn't talk but I'm sure she was loving it, too.
Why, I wonder, don't I enjoy my "exercise walks" this much? Maybe I need to get a wheelchair to push. Or a cute little dog to walk.
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Maybe you could take your camera along on the days you walk by yourself... then you could share your walk with us. (Mom says the spring flowers are out). I for one am very easily amused, and you are a really good writer. You could make a picture of a pothole interesting, I bet.
I think Slimsdotter needs to start a blog!!! We want to see lots of pics and read lots of stories about the wild wild west!!! :-)
And, Cindy, you look very nice already after your big loss last year!! You'll do great!!!
Julie
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