But I come downstairs early.
Only 4 more Trash Days till I enter the world of garbage chutes and parking garages... apartment gods willing.
Plus, just the day before, I promised my friend Jeff I’d bring donuts to his office. That's 20 blocks round trip. Almost 2 miles!
When the trademark blue of Federal Donuts appears, I’m amazed at how quickly I arrived.
Trees hang heavy with water droplets.
“Donut delivery!” I call. I'm happy to be there, finally!
On the return trip, the rain disappears completely. Not so for the trash trucks. I count three more.
|What's the message?|
Read the t-shirt!
(Remember surgery #15?)
Glad I didn't throw this day away!
Back home, I plop down on the living room couch. Exhausted.
My shoes are wet, and my instinct is to take them off. But I stop myself. I never walk without shoes -- my prosthesis hits the ground differently. My real leg adjusts, of course. But the angle change throws off the Genium's readings. Each step turns into a swing, like trying to kick a field goal.
Also, my prosthetic ankle doesn't point and flex. To account for it, I have to walk on tiptoe on my right side.
And then there's traction. Think about how your foot grips the ground, bends at the toes so you can push off for each step. A hard plastic foot just slides.
Just telling it to me made them laugh all over again. And listening to them, I could feel the pure fun of it!
So I tread carefully across the hardwood floor. I keep to the toes of my right foot, flipping out my prosthetic knee with each step. I even dare try the stairs, holding tight to both railings.
I may never dance barefoot through puddles – at least not with the current technology.
By the way, check out Emma and Nathan in the left-hand sidebar. They've gone beyond puddles....
They just ran 20 miles!