‘Tween Sunday and Monday

I made the nightly visit to the mailbox with this:

Recovered from my trip out last night to see Dead Poets Society at the Basilica Hudson in Hudson. Although our screening was smaller than some of those masterminded by Secret Cinema, the room was full and the audience included Neil Gaiman (who apparently was seeing it for the first time) and Amanda Palmer. A show of hands indicated that there was a couple handfuls of people seeing it for the first time which was sweet. My first time seeing it on a big screen. The girl who sat next to me was looking at her small (phone) screen most of the time so I don’t know what was up with that. Had to come with mom? Wanted to hear Amanda and her uke? (a cover of Glen Hansard’s Falling Slowly, told with a harrowing background story.)

Spent a good part of the day trying to stick to the beading. Tonight I worked on the postcard thing. Now I’m taking care of the blogging thing.

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Saturday

Today there was no incoming mail but these went out.

Also had my first appointment with a different PT practice. I was quite impressed because most of this session was spent with my therapist who asked a lot of questions, reviewed my history, had me do a lot of range of motion stuff, some active and some passive. She took measurements. Afterwards she took me through a bunch of exercises, explaining what to look for and where I should feel the stretch. Then I got iced for a bit and was on my way.

She politely asked about why I was changing practices and I was honest. At the end though, I did tell her that we’d never done anything like what she did. Makes sense to get some concrete information about range of motion, otherwise how can you tell if you’re making any headway. I’d been to this place, Columbia Physical Therapy, many years ago when I got super-bad shin splints at dance camp.

So it was all good. I made a quick trip for cat litter (the cats were complaining), batteries (the mouse was complaining) and got a few other things. By the time I was done I could really feel the workout.

This was the view from my upstairs window this morning:

now for a beverage please…

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From the quote box

The one unchangeable certainty is that nothing is unchangeable or certain. — John F Kennedy

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In and out

Last night and this morning

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The postcards keep going and coming

The three most recent cards to arrive:

I wrote a poem today at lunch in response to the card which came this morning but it was way too long to put on a postcard. I’ll try to send it along to the postcard sender.

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