This winter has been a tough one. But for my mom, it's been especially hard. Between the cold and the snow, her world has been shrinking. The sidewalks are, well, forget about that, and the apartment is so small that exercise is hard to manage. Walking the hallways is seriously depressing.
A year ago she was in PT at the local hospital which was amazing for strengthening. She accomplished so much there with a wonderful therapist. But besides being tough to get to, the parking was tricky, far-away and the actual distance to the department was unwalkable for her. And then when we got there, she invariably had to wait in a long line of in and out-patient wheelchairs. Some of those unfortunate folks were in such bad shape that it just made you want to cry. We would sometimes eat in the hospital coffee shop afterwards. Although the outings and sessions were all good for her muscles, it was often pretty crushing on the spirit. Mine included.
This winter Mom asked her doctor for a prescription to return to PT so she could get out of the wheelchair again. But she asked me not to take her back to the old place. I looked around and happily found a new PT studio just opened right here in town, in our old building at the river!
And la-dee-da! That puts it almost next door to her favorite restaurant. Dayboat.
Where we can start early and eat a delicious prix fix lunch (sesame salmon) in a quiet and beautiful room.
There's still time to stop by next door and visit with her shop friends at the elegant and serene Eileen Fisher Lab Store.
And then actually walk (!) down the way to PT where she works out with Jim, her spunky, flirty new therapist.
They already have a plan.
She's teaching him the box step. He's training her with new exercises ....
because she intends to be on the dance floor at Maggie's wedding.
And it's all so much better ... it just makes you want to cry.