I added some things to the boxes on the ladder. But I'm not sure I'll leave them in there. Looks a bit cluttered. But it took me awhile to do this sitting on my garden cart, so I'll leave it for now.
Funny how I just don't like a lot of things going on anymore. It's like silent noise. Irritating to the senses.
I went to physical therapy. The therapist is my surgeon's wife, and she was really good.
She applied ultrasound to my ankle. Taught me some exercises and how to walk properly. Funny how you walk all your life but find out you're not walking properly.
There was a woman in there before my appointment who'd done something to her ankle. She was about my age, and said she just wanted to get back into her heels.
Wow. I haven't worn heels for many years. I can't imagine how much damage I could do to my body wearing heels!
Sucker sure is sore up the inside of my leg where that tendon is inflamed. Hopefully this will get me going for spring planting.
The weather is warm. The trees are budding out and the spring flowers are blooming. I don't know how long this will continue.
I finished a book last night. "The Day I Died" by Lori Rader-Day.
It was a good book. Very intense. Sometimes I had to reread portions to make sure I didn't miss something pertinent to the story.
The character is running from her past. Funny, so many books have that premise for a plot. She stays in one town a little while, then moves on to another.
She has a 13 year old son, and helps the FBI with cases by analyzing handwriting. I wonder if that is really a career.
Because it was very thorough, how she could analyze so much about a person by looking at an original copy of their handwriting. Quite fascinating.
A toddler goes missing. Law enforcement asks for her help.
She and the sheriff at first don't get along. But later develop an attraction to one another.
The vein that runs through the plot of a woman running is often predictable. Because she's often running from an abusive partner.
Her actions are based first on fear. Of being apprehensive about get too comfortable in any situation.
I think any woman who has ever been in an abusive relationship can relate to that feeling.
Being afraid of new relationships. Looking over your shoulder. Forgetting yourself and showing emotion.
Laughing and then cutting the laughter short because it might start something. Getting angry and then abruptly realizing you can't show it or there might be ramifications.
It takes time to get past those immediate reactions, and to realize you can have have emotions without thinking.
This woman's 13 year old son goes missing as well. And she fears he's gone looking for his father. For the family she's told him doesn't exist.
She comes to realize that dragging her son from town to town, thinking she's protecting him from what she left behind, is only serving her own needs.
And making him more curious about all the blanks in their story.
Her son doesn't like being constantly uprooted and kept in the dark. Kids always know more than you think they know.
I look forward to reading more from this author. Give me a good psychological thriller and I'm a happy camper.