After seven sessions of physical therapy,I realized my therapist was adding more reps to my workout and using slightly heavier weights. I have faithfully done the home exercises twice a day for 18 days. My thinking – they could be a bit more intense if I added weights to my ankles. They were right where Lise left them the last time she was here. Knowing not to add five pounds the first day, I removed the weight rods to make each one weigh one pound. Easy! I didn’t feel anything different. Maybe the next day I’d add another pound. There was just enough time to wind two clocks before the live-streamed church service began. Whew! Made it just in time to add my name to the chat list.

My day proceeded as usual, and I had a half bagel, cream cheese, and lox for breakfast. I dozed off on the porch and told myself to go sit in an easy chair before I dropped my phone and broke it. How shocking to find I slept for an hour and a half! Sluggishly, I took used coffee grounds to the front porch and put them by the spoonful on the ground near the lattice work that doesn’t always keep skunks from going under there. The animals are supposed to dislike the smell of coffee grounds.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” came daughter Lise’s voice from the doorbell. Her app is connected to my bell, and she was notified in Denmark that someone was moving on my porch. We chatted for a few minutes. I told her that I had started using ankle weights, and I looked for them and couldn’t find them anywhere. They weren’t near the extra rods in the kitchen, and I couldn’t remember taking them off in the bedroom. A foolish look crossed my face when I looked down and saw them still attached to my ankles! I moved back from the doorbell and asked if she could see my feet. We had a good laugh at my forgetfulness. Maybe I’ll look at my ankles first the next time,