Terry
Terry is the same. Her daily kind of routine is to go into the living room two or three times a day and be on the couch. I do NOT see her physical being changing at all. She uses the walker to get around and I do not have to be close when she is doing that. We do have an agreement that she will NOT use the walker if I am not home. So it is still one day at a time and it appears as if that will remain for some time. I have offered to get her outside either in the wheelchair or she with her walker and me being close behind with the wheelchair but so far she has not had an interest in that kind of venture. I guess time will tell.
I am getting a bit restless as there has been no tennis for a few weeks and it feels like it will continue to be that way for a while. I do not use the boot on my foot in the house and I think I move around without limping and with little or no pain. However IF I happen to just twist my foot a little bit OUCH! The outside is very sore so I am guessing it is a muscle on the outer part of the foot that is strained or pulled or something. It does seem to get better each day so that is good. BUT still it is far from good enough to play tennis. I am going to ask Karl if he wants to play golf as one is required to use a cart so I think I could do that. We will see.
DAKOTA ATTITUDE
"In 1959, Bonnie married Curtis Feist. He says, When I got done with school, decided I was gonna stay with farming so I could walk on the ground all the time instead of getting involved in big cities. He had an offer to take over the bank in Velve, but you know, I can't live in a pen. I just couldn't be in a building all day. It'd drive me crazy. Curtis is 77 and has had Charolaise cattle since 1958. He sold 430 head and still has around 400. I know every cow. People laugh, and my wife says they're all big white animals. How can you tell them apart? You know every animal when you're with them. There is just the same difference as there is with humans, you know."
Reading some of these stories of course reminds me of the farm as I grew up. We usually milked 5 or so cows which gave us all the cream and milk we needed. I do not remember all the names we had but I do remember Lumpy and Betsy. Each cow had a personality and one could pretty much predict what they would do. I would bet money (I forgot I had none) that I could not finish milking Lumpy without her moving her legs so I had to watch the milk pail. Betsy had to have her legs in a set of kicker or she would get restless and over the pail would go. Kicker were just a pair of cuffs attached by a length of small chain. You would clamp a cuff on one leg, bring the chain around and clamp the other leg so IF Betsy tried to move her legs the chain would stop her. In no way did it hurt the cow, just kept the legs from kicking. I mean IF the milk pail was kicked over the cats would have a feast BUT I may not have enough cream for my cream and bread with chokecherry jelly on!!!
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