It's another quiet day in Longford and my recuperation continues. I'm not getting out much but I'm told that the weekly special at the cafe is Curried Rabbit Pie. It's nice to think that some local kids might have delivered the results of their trapping to the cafe but Longford has the largest abattoir in Northern Tasmania so an occasional twenty-minute run of rabbits is probably not unlikely.
I'm supposed to complete a series of exercise three times a day but the success of that depends on getting an early start on the first round. If I prevaricate, and attempt the first lot after morning tea, I'm likely to run out of time. Sadly, exercising has never been a passion of mine and any excuse is reached for when it comes to the crunch.
Today should be the first day of my return to Writing Group; it will be held at the normal venue, with all sorts of Covid-19 restrictions but it's just too hard to contemplate. Friends, Jim and Di, have sent me a couple of books to read to assist in my understanding of what an essay is so I'd rather spend some time on that. One of the books is the Boyer Lectures of Geraldine Brooks and the other is by Clive James. Now, he is an author worth imitating.
First, though, thirty minutes of exercise with a new gadget, recommended by the physio at the hospital. He smiled at me, as young fit people are wont to do and said, "Maybe you could borrow a skateboard from your neighbour's kid." He didn't call me Grandad, which I appreciated but I didn't appreciate the patronising tone. What I needed was a dolly: 300mm square, flush top, 4x casters and a hole, 2000Kg rating, but he clearly thought the name 'dolly' might confuse me.
Jamie popped into Bunning, spent $16 which affected our trade imbalance with China but just what I needed to help me practice my 'foot slides' and 'knee bends.' The dolly is a great example of effective industrial design so I can muse on that as I carry out my rotations of 15 forwards and backwards.
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