I haven't blogged much about what's going on inside of me lately. I'm in a transitional phase (I love that term) and it's all kind of fresh and tender. It's definitely all part of the whole midlife crisis thing.
I'm really GETTING it that there are just some things I'm not going to be able to do/achieve based on physical limitations. My orthopedic surgeon would probably hit his knees and shout "amen" if he read this. To put it nicely, I frustrated him. As horseman, he would approve of Casper though-no impact on my leg-I just need to stay on top of the horse and off the ground.
As my leg has improved I've pushed and pushed and now have achieved the ability to push to the point my ankle and foot hurt. Oh yeah I forgot about that.
I appear to be in a period of mourning for my lost abilities, or lost illusions. And I AM mourning them even as I plan around. I am in no way ready for the easy chair-I just need to make the necessary modifications to keep ME comfortable. Some of those modifications include modifying goals and expectations.
I will never have the speed to compete in a National Agility Trial...my dogs do, but I don't. Fortunately, the dogs don't care. My goal for them and me is to run clean (meaning we go in the proper order (my challenge) and no knocked bars or refusals (their challenge).
One of the dogs is starting in flyball. Again, we can't travel to be really competitive, but it's a sport where the dog does most of the work.
Oliver is startng on the path of therapy dog. He's old enough and calm enough now and let's face it, he's cute and people like him.
I am attending a Freestyle (dancing with dogs) seminar to see if that's something we could do. I know the dogs could do it-and it's choreography (something that fascinates me) so you can choreograph around your strengths and weaknesses.
Casper has walked with me for several weeks now, and he's about to start work on my arms as I have got to get that loose hair off him. My good patient golden boy is such a work out partner.
Oliver the Parrot continues to guide the household. He's impatient right now because the sun says it's spring, but the temps aren't there for him to go outside. He really seemed to enjoy boarding this time, and riding in the car. I like it his world is expanding.
Ok, one more time I start talking about me and move into the animals. Oh well.