After work I took Mrs. Racer to see the orthopedic surgeon yesterday and got the cast off of her wrist and forearm. Now six weeks with a removable brace. She also wanted to pick up a wheeled walker while we were in town, but the store that was supposed to have one didn’t when we went there, and a severe lack of knowledgeable staff to help us out.
So I drove to another town that has a great pharmacy which usually has a good selection of mobility aids, and they were out too, but a nice sales associate was knowledgeable and helpful. She said that they could order one from the warehouse, and it would be in today. Sure enough, she called today around 1 pm, and said it was in.
So I hopped into Eddie and headed for town.
But first I stopped at Costco and picked up two bales of toilet paper for twenty bucks each, and a new fake Christmas tree. Then I swung by the pharmacy and picked up the wheeled walker.
It was dark by the time I started back to the valley the river we live along flows through, and the road that weaves its way over hill and dale. It was so nice to leave the busy Saturday evening bustle of town, the traffic and bright lights of all the cars and trucks. As I followed the country lane through the valley and into the foothills, Eddie’s headlights pointing the way through the darkness, the calm, peaceful countryside pulled me home, to our little slice of paradise by the river.
As John Denver sang, “Hey it’s good, to be back home again”.