In which there's treasure and good news and Fiddle is patient, as always
Fiddle can't believe we're doing it again.
|"Didn't you pick enough of those last week?"|
But I can't help myself.
|View from the mushroom patch|
Fee and I went out on a solo ramble to stretch out our brains for a few hours. This is now officially the "off season," so we can kick back for a few months and relax.
|Biggify the photo to see the treasure right in front of the Dragon's ears.|
After studying x-rays from last February and April, and comparing them with x-rays taken this week, the surgeon concluded that my right hip isn't changing much. It shows arthritis, certainly--the same arthritis that has been noted on x-rays for 20+ years. However, in 8 months, even while my organic hip did more work while my titanium hip healed up, it didn't get worse.
|We didn't have to leave the trail to find treasure today!|
And that was my major fear: that I would once again go rapidly from comfortably riding 50's to barely able to walk across the parking lot.
It's possible, still. Most everything is possible.
|Jump in my saddle packs, you lovely things|
Given what we can see in the pictures, sudden disaster isn't very likely.
And THAT IS GOOD.
|"I can't help noticing that you would have more more room|
in your packs if you emptied out all the horse cookies..."
Which means there is a whole lot more riding in front of me this winter.
Spring is coming! Let's go!