So, apparently, and unbelievably, I am about to do this, on a bicycle.
I can’t really believe it either. I am happy it’s a couple weeks away, and believe me, I am enjoying the hell out of every night remaining that I get to sleep in my own bed.
Here’s the plan. K and M and I fly to Minnesota. We drive to North Dakota, where we have a small graveside ceremony for my grandmother (with the rest of my family), then drive back to Minnesota, to a lake resort near where I spent every summer as a kid. It’s not my lake, or my lake cottage, for that matter, but I am a little excited. I loved spending summers at the lake.
After a few days, M and I fly north to meet M’s boyfriend, A, and then we set out for points north.
I am having a hard time believing that this will really happen, but it seems, as we move forward, that it will.
The pins came out, and the hand’s in a splint now, which I can remove to shower or even just to look at my hand! I’m not supposed to use my pinky too much, so that’s a little weird, but I think in a week or so I can.
So that is pretty exciting. Right?
Reading Station Eleven, which I like a lot. Nearly done, and I don’t really know how it will all wrap up.
That is all.
(My hand is so happy to be able to feel things again! I think I am not a person who would enjoy a sensory deprivation tank very much.)
I was so looking forward to getting the stupid pins out of my hand today, but the doctor wasn’t in, so I have to go back tomorrow.
And that’s two hours out of my day, by the time I get there and back.
It’s a nuisance.
Nearly there, but I want my arm back. I feel like it’s going to take forever to use my arm, hand, and fingers again, and I want to get started.
Gonna go to the grocery store and buy some food.
Got some weekend plans but not too many.
Supposed to be cleaning up and clearing out but somehow I’m making vacation plans and listening to Richard Thompson on YouTube.
Could be worse!