Hi All!
Recovery has been going well as usual, though last night I stayed up for an hour or two because my cast itched TERRIBLE. So I read in my "the Open Gates" book, which is about Cyrus conquering Babylon. It is a really good book!
But to the title of this article. Today, after I had finished my quiet time and was coming out to breakfast, I was wheeling myself. Well, I've already told you about my bike horn.
There is a half-wall thought separates the living room from the hallway, so I wheeled out, ducked down behind the half-wall, and squeaked that horn for all that I was worth!
I thought it would be funny, though Mom didn't like it, as it scared her. I really, honestly didn't mean to scare her. So I have determined there will be no repeat performances of the bike-horn scare when Mom's around. :-)
The picture accompanying this article is a picture taken by my P.T. on the day of my surgery, last Friday.
Tomorrow our associate pastor of our church is coming for a visit, which will be really great to break the monotonous tone of the past few days.
In a couple days I will post some of my photos from camp.
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