P.S. : I'm Done With That!

Yeah, it will take a little getting used to.

Haven't had it off in probably 25 years,

but P.S., I'm done with that.

That scar won't go away, but I can handle it.

That's not all I'm done with.

I've done "household chores" for the last time.

I'm not cranking that chain saw or lawn mower

again. Splitting wood?  Uh-uh.

I'm done with working on the nature trail

and nursing home singalongs. And after I

play the piano on Easter Sunday, I'm done with

that.  Delores understands and forgives me.

Judy understands, too, and so do some others.

I've washed the car for the last time,

I won't be setting foot in the garden.

And this might just be my last blog post.

We'll see.

By the way, P.S. is my abbreviation for 

Pre-Surgery.  I'm getting my left knee replaced

next Wednesday, and then I'll be done with 

that, too!

And hopefully, soon I'll be able to get back

to all those things that I love so much.

Cutting wood, cutting grass, gardening.

Washing the car-- not so much. Once a year.

I'll be hoppin' down the nature trail like

Peter Cottontail before you know it.

And back at the nursing homes and other

venues to share music with one and all.

And I'll be especially glad to get that

wedding band back.  You know, you can't

wear any jewelry into surgery. But I couldn't

get it off.  I honestly have no recollection of

the last time I ever took it off.

So today, I took it to Honeycutt Jewelers in

Southern Pines, where Judy purchased my ring

(and I, hers). I was there when they opened at

10 and by 10:08 they had cut it off with their

handy tools and measured me for a size larger.

Most likely, Judy will need to pick it up when

it's ready, because driving? I'll be done with that,

too, as of next Wednesday.

And once I put it back on, I'll introduce it to my 

new knee.  The knee is supposed to be good for

25 years.  I guarantee you the ring is good for

longer than that!