Today’s was the last physical therapy appointment. I filled out my breakup paperwork by circling the current level of discomfort and mobility issues on a list of items (all better!) and then we went through the maintenance exercise program I will need likely forever to manage neck strength and the pinchy issue. There was my last manual cervical traction which I am going to miss immensely. My therapist has magical hands.
From PT, there was a little drive to Athol to visit a church
thrift shop with limited operating hours that has been on my radar for a few
weeks. As usually happens, and despite my effort to reduce the volume of
Christmas ornaments before moving, I ended up buying more ornaments. I also got
a very basic black winter weight dress that will be perfect for the social
engagements and dates that live only in my imagination with mostly imaginary
people. A glass dish, ornaments, and a dress for $6 was certainly a bargain. I
asked about what sort of donations they are in need of and the answer was “women’s
clothing” so now I know what to do with the stacks of clothing that Mom and I
have been compiling.
From the thrift store it was a stop at Market Basket because
it had been nearly 24 hours since I last set foot in a grocery store. The quest
was Lebanon Sweet Bologna, tube sausage, and won ton wrappers for Christmas Eve
appetizers. The won ton wrappers were not found, so that was logged as a fail. It
was offset by a level of “overachievement” with addition to the cart of onions,
carrots, frozen Korean dumplings, sliced deli cheese, golden raisins, frozen
vegetables, and bonus crab rangoons from the prepared food warmer for lunch which
became a car snack as soon as I was in the car.
The real highlight of Market Basket was seeing a friend not seen in person for several years as I was looking for the golden raisins I had remembered I needed to make noodle kugel. Yes, we became the ladies chatting in the aisle, but to our credit, we were very mindful and aware of other shoppers and took up as little space as possible, moving as needed. It was a great catch-up and we intend to do it again soon, just not in Market Basket.
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| Ornaments from the thrift shop. |
It was a therapeutic day on multiple levels.

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