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From Camp Jeff 2

From Camp Jeff 2

Good news!

I am unrestricted in my rehab program. This means, if I do too much and reinjure my knee, it's my Physical therapist or my fault. It also means that I can start doing the kind of exercise that will work to strengthen my left leg.

It's incredible how the little things suddenly mean so much. I stood by the bathroom sink and shaved yesterday. Before I was either sitting in a wheelchair or on the bench in the shower.

In the case of the shower shave, I did that without a mirror. Funny, how you learn to shave facing a mirror and how strange it feels to shave without it.

Grandkids.
Waking Up

As I've mentioned before, we get to welcome our two grandkids every couple of weeks. This week Maria picked them up on Thursday afternoon. They are a handful, but they are really pretty easy to deal with. It's the energy it takes to tend to their minimum needs. Being they are two and four, we don't insist that they eat at certain times. However, we don't cater to their constant demand for ice cream, but milk, water, or juice are available always.


Felix, Fee, is growing more accepting of his Poppa Jeff. Particularly in the morning, when he is still waking up, he will crawl up on my lap while I get my news from the internet. I just wish he wouldn't overload his diaper.

His sister Reagan, Ray Ray can talk to us, although this old man has to listen close. She is growing up quickly. I think she's got her fathers poise and athletic movement. A Ray Ray cheer from the crowd would sound good when she sinks the winning putt on the LPGA tour. I know. I know. One of these kids has to learn to play golf.

Comings and Goings, Maria's returned from Seattle.

My oldest Granddaughter, After two full years, Devon, is now at Senior Status at UCLA. That can happen when you transfer a lot of college-level credits from high school and stick around for summer courses. She will continue for two more years, to earn a double major in Chemistry and Economic's.

Devon's younger sister, Abbott is going to Washington State this fall. She is not happy since she wanted The University of Washingon in Seattle. The best guess is she goes to State and likes it more than she thinks she does now, or she will transfer to Seattle down the road.

My daughter-in-law, Anne, and my wife will be terrorizing someplace in the Southeast. They managed Atlanta and Tybee Island without having to leave town because of outstanding warrants.

My son will be spending the month of September in Costa Rica s a guest of his longtime friend Jay. Between the two of them, I know who keeps them out of trouble. This I am relatively sure of, they have not seen the inside of the local jail yet.

I'm looking forward to putting this whole six-month nightmare behind me, It means working hard to rehab my leg and learning to function without aids like crutches, canes, etc. I quizzed my Physical Therapist about how long it's going to take to be independent. He told me at least three months. Since that compares well with the low end of my doctor's prediction, I 'm going to have to accept that as the optimistic reality.

From Camp Jeff in The tender grasp of The Fox River Valley
Bonjour.

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