New Year

Happy New Year! 2011 is off to an auspicious start--my orthopedic surgeon officially discharged me from his care today, which also means that I can quit physical therapy. It has been six months to the day since I fell off Moto. Things still are creaky and hurt now and then, but I really can't complain. I've also got a full line-up of activities this season: yoga, ballet, piano, and horseback riding lessons. As one of the Six-Button Cowgirls points out, swap soccer for yoga and mine is the schedule of a 12-year-old girl. Ah, but there is little danger of illusions of youth here. Especially now that my once-broken bone throbs when it rains--certainly, the hallmark of the aged.