TOTALLY REPAIRED?
Below you will read that Mrs.T feels much better. She will know better after she returns from scuba today, 29 December. She was not really given clearance by Dr. Victor. She is probably about 90%+ recovered. She neglects to mention some other things we did: the annual Posada at Mary Paz, a large puzzle with Judy, a fiesta for El Buzo, a bronze casting demo, and a visit to the Friday market to see the Aztec dancers. A small sample of events is in the pictures at the end of the story. But R is indeed feeling much better and ready to get back to her normal routines. Plus she wants to add horse riding. I may see her once in a while.
I am well. Thanks in part to all the prayers and good wishes of all our friends my dislocated shoulder is recovered. I had to wear the sling for three weeks and have ultrasound therapy for two weeks. At first Dan had to help me dress and eat. He took this good naturedly and almost seems a little disappointed that his help is longer needed. (No comment -dt)
When I was younger I took great pride in self-reliance. But now, Emerson notwithstanding, it seems a lot less important. Perhaps I no longer feel the need to prove my competence, such as it is, and now I lean towards Williams and am content to rely on the kindness of strangers. (Just wait; one more author reference to go. –dt)
When I was wearing the sling I was amazed to find that all kinds of people took care of me. One afternoon I was standing - looking perplexed, I am sure - at the light waiting to cross the highway. The turning lanes in Mexico work differently and I have to think carefully to know when to cross. "Are you lost, Lady?" A soft voiced Mexican man asked. "No," I replied. Are you hurt?" he asked. "No." "Do you want to go across the road?" he asked yet again. "Yes," I replied shyly. He gently took hold of my undamaged arm and helped me across. I remembered when I was a Girl Scout you were supposed to do good turns and one of them was to help old ladies cross the road. Am I an old lady now? (I will not answer that, but her gray hair gives her a certain stature. –dt)
Another day I was riding the bus and the driver told two teenagers to get up and let me sit in the seat reserved for the disabled. One time I went shopping with Judy. We got off the bus at Walmart and were making our way slowly down the steep narrow path from the road. "Do you need help, Lady?" a kind young man asked, "hold my hand." "Yes, thank you", I replied and he walked below me holding his hand above his head as I made my way down. Men and women, boys and girls helped me on and off the bus. They held my purchases and occasionally carried them. "Be careful," they cautioned, "Take your time."
One day I was crossing the road illegally - not at a crosswalk - and got stuck in the median. A police car stopped and was flashing his lights. "OH NO!!" I thought, "I'M GOING TO BE THROWN IN A MEXICAN JAIL FOR JAYWALKING!!" But no, that nice policeman stopped traffic and gestured me to finish crossing with a polite little bow.
Well as I get older I seem to take myself less seriously. If you can laugh at yourself maybe you can laugh at the world sometimes. This past week I managed to do all my YOGA exercises sort of, if not well. I will admit downward facing dog almost turned into downward falling Rebecca, but I managed. (Corpse Rest Pose is R's best yoga move. -dt ) This week I hope to go diving! Alex has promised to help me a lot to protect my shoulder. Today I plan to start making my Buckeye candies. They have to be ready for the big Ohio State football game on the first of the year. (GO BUCKS! -dt) If you guys were here I would give you one. (I will attempt to have some saved for those of you that are 'regulars'. –dt) As you are not, I wish you the happiest of New Years. "God Bless Us Every One."
Vignettes: https://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157649592528589/
Epilogue: Rebecca returned from her first after-injury dive not too worn out and in good shape.
Prospero Anno,
Dan and Rebecca
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