Walking Is Hard

 

It was a beautiful day Tuesday as I went out for my walk in the park after our Zoom meet up. Walking a mile is hard work, but it also makes me feel good.

It just so happened that son Jake was also out, on a vigorous bike ride, enjoying the morning, until he wasn't. I got a call in the early afternoon, "I need help". He was on a local bike path, going full speed, when he hit a bump he didn't see because of fallen leaves, went flying, and landed on his handle bars. I had him call 911 and by the time Tom caught up with him he was already being transported to the nearby hospital. 

He's OK, not life threatening, but he has three cracked ribs, strained abdominal muscles, a partially collapsed lung, and scrapes and bruises. He lives with Jill and she is tending to him. She brought him home today to begin the painful healing process. Yes, walking for him will be hard too. 

I have stuff from my many surgeries, so we brought over a bed wedge and a bed tray from our supply in the attic.

We visited him for a short time last night in the hospital. He is managing.

Tuesday afternoon, while I was listening to Mariners baseball, and trying not to worry about Jake, I decorated. Tom got the Autumn tub out of the attic and I set everything out, pretty much where they go every year. 

I still have summer flowers. They'll soon be traded for dried hydrangeas. 

The 120 year old pumpkin candy jars, from my mother-in-law's childhood, are still a treasured feature.

Today we went to a farmer's market, then dropped stuff off at Jill's. My exercise today was doing 30 minutes on my stationary bike. No crashes on that bike.

Does that look like rain? Nope, still not yet. Maybe this weekend we'll get some much needed rain. I should have gone for a walk, but I didn't have enough oomph. Walking is hard.