I don't. (Love the ride, I mean.)
But I do love the TV series, United States of Tara.
One week post-surgery, and this show's catchy theme song runs through my head day and night.
It's my newest Netflix addiction. The story of a sweet, quirky family trying to keep up with their mother’s dissociative identity disorder. As Tara transitions through various personalities, her husband and kids scramble along, maintaining a "normal" life the best they can.
Your vote for wheelchair miles was overwhelming. I have to say, I'm flattered by the support. But I'm not quite ready to count them. Not yet, anyway.
On Monday, I finally reached Mile Marker 417.
FAIR AND SQUARE.
Lots of riding.
This week my surgical pain receded.
And those old familars -- Ankle-Blades and the Stone Sandal -- bounded back like restless siblings home from sleepaway camp.
New sensations arrived with them. A bent knee. A clenched muscle. Pulling.
I can’t tell if they're from the sutures or here to stay. They arise sleepily each morning. By evening, they throb.
It had grown so TALL!
At 7 years old, I went with my dad to fetch that tree from our local nursery. On the ride home, I was relegated to the back seat. The tiny willow rode shotgun; its dense ball of roots rested against the floor mat. Its thin trunk stretched out the passenger window like the neck of a baby giraffe.
But these days, I've been thinking mostly about the months I spent here LAST YEAR, recovering from the accident. The nights of sleeplessness and pain. The days of crying, worry, and adjustment.
They shove aside all those other rides -- family road trips, carpools, rides to school -- that belonged to this house for years and years.
They make me forget how far I’ve come.
I fix the covers, flip over my pillow, and turn on the next episode of Tara.
I catch up on e-mail. Do schoolwork. Read novels I wouldn't usually have time for.
I soak up the cheerful energy of my nieces (although they're exhausting!).
I coast along on the strength of a family that anticipates my every need.
I think about WALKING again.
Problem-solving. Balancing. Watching my step. Measuring each movement. Searching the sidewalk for obstacles and traps.
In some ways, riding is harder. I have to be STILL.
For as much as their theme song promotes it, they haven’t yet learned to LOVE THE RIDE.
Here's the theme song:
Watch out... You'll be singing it, too!