I realized last night that if my foot doesn't start showing more sign of improvement, I'm going to have to go see a doctor. Those of you who know me understand how gravely serious this is. I NEVER voluntarily go to a doctor except for my annual check-ups and doing that is enough to stress me out for months ahead of the appointment. But as I have discovered in the fast few weeks, feet are incredibly important. I know this in theory, of course, but when every step becomes a Little Mermaid moment theory turns into painful reality.
So. Today I did very little, and rested it as much as I could. Mr. Moon got up early to go to Orlando to pick up a wrecked car with an engine in it that he wants for that other car he bought in Texas that has no engine. I can't even remember what it is now. I did only the most basic things. I didn't hang the clothes on the line because toting a basket of wet laundry is probably one of the worst things I could do. I used the dryer and it hurt my soul. But, it didn't hurt my foot.
However, I had to take a short stroll around the yard to see what was blooming, to kick a few bamboo. And I need to stop doing that as well but...
Maurice strolled with me, pretending all the while that she was not, in fact, the least interested in what I was doing but just happened to be going my way.
In the picture above, I had just taken a photo of the wisteria when I saw her.