Alice and I celebrated our 31st Anniversary on August 5 at St. Orres Restaurant, as we've done for most of the years since we moved to Gualala in 1998. However, we dined outside on the deck and my mask strings are dangling from my vest pocket. Not quite Anniversary As Usual.
Two months later (October 20) we were walking on flat, sandy Cook's Beach with Radar and Alice fell. She said she was sore but OK, so we continued our walk, then Alice drove home, went up the steps to our second floor, sat down, and commenced screaming. She couldn't stand up so I called 911 and the paramedics and firemen came quickly, packed her up in a "burrito wrap", and took her to Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital by ambulance. The next day Alice's left hip was replaced.
Seven weeks later, for the first time since her fall, Alice made the complete one-mile circuit nightly peepee-poopoo walk for Radar. Now we walk it every night.
Above and beyond that, it's been an exciting year. Did I just hear a "Duh"? Some good, some otherwise. Life.
We'll start by counting our blessings.
- Friends and family either are virus-free or have recovered with no problems.
- We live in an almost virus-free area.
- Our firemen and paramedics are great.
- Radar plays ball with us on Cook's Beach daily and makes us take long walks.
- Alice's memoir "The Lady With Balls" keeps her busy with new and interesting activities.
- Alice held her book club meetings on our deck.
- And a whole lot more.