Today I had an annual check-up...nothing to report there. I had a hard time sleeping last night. My knee wakes me up every time I move, and so when I got home this afternoon, I took a long nap. I'm feeling better this evening, and I'm ready to see the surgeon tomorrow. It's an odd feeling. It's kind of like when Mike is between contracts and looking for his next job. He's not quite at a place where he can retire, but close enough that he can be off work for months, even years, and we don't get too panicky. So when he's between contracts, we take on this attitude that whatever happens is great news! If he gets a job, great! There will be food to eat through the long cold winter...and of course, fabric for sewing. If he doesn't get a job, great! We'll take off in the trailer and travel.
So I'm at a similar weird position with this visit to see the surgeon tomorrow. The difference is that the news can only be bad. If she wants to do the surgery, bummer. If she doesn't want to do the surgery, bummer. Things can only get worse. On the other hand, if she wants to do the surgery, things will get better after they get worse. So with that in mind, surgery gets my vote. More on that later. Sorry for whining about my knee so much, but it sort of colors my entire existence right now.
Tonight Mike is grilling some shrimp skewers...some left over frozen ones from a dinner we had a few weeks ago. I made a chilled cucumber soup to go with them, and so my part of the dinner is done. When Mike got home, we had margaritas out on the patio and the light was just right for this picture I've been envisioning. I like the way this strawberry plant looks against this gray rock...one of the many that line our concrete patio.
It didn't quite turn out as I envisioned it because my own shadow was falling over half of the shot. Maybe I'm looking for some better light and I just haven't quite captured it yet. I will prevail...I just need time to work at it.
So that's about all that happened today. Once I see the surgeon, I'll let you know what she says. I know you're waiting on pins and needles. And speaking of needles, whatever happens, I imagine needles will be involved. Spoken like a true needle-phobe. The only good needles, in my opinion, are sewing needles.