Finally, riding into the sunset is my boot. After four or five weeks of remaining on the first level of the house, I can finally move back up to my room. What did I do to keep my sanity, or lack of same? Well, a plethora of opportunities presented themselves. Working on three models, repairing some of them, playing tetris, and finally getting to watch Star Trek TNG all the way through, were just a few of the activites I engaged in.
I had to get outta' the house, so on weekends, I went out to breakfast with my folks, and then carte-blanche for me plus groceries for the family, all with a removable full-leg cast on my left foot.
Most of the time I sat, slept, and ate in my leather recliner, the best birthday present ever bought me. Sure, it's secondhand, but it's buttery smooth uptown. Certainly, it has wrinkles and tears, but it looks like it used to belong in a plush office or house. Most of the activities took place in that chair summed up my life for five weeks. And boy, was I happy to FINALLY ascend that staircase last week- minus the boot.
