It occurred to me yesterday that no one sent me get well flowers. So throughout the day, I dabbled this iPad drawing inbetween tossing restlessly on the couch and pacing around the house wondering how long this knee thing was going to go on. I guess I was experiencing my age? I used to bounce back a lot faster than this and I guess I thought some colorful,fresh flowers would have lessened my disappointment in myself. I think this iPad rendition of Lilies, on regular canvas backing, looks like it would make a good needlepoint toss pillow. I tried my hand at that once, but didn't like the feel of the yarn as it passed over my hand.
Returning energized from my first out patient physical therapy session today, I forgot about flowers. This is the second week anniversary of the surgery. I have good mobility. I was able to go trough the whole workout with little bitching. I have no homework to do tomorrow. I helped Ellis in the kitchen shredded cabbage. And I took another photo of myself to further explore the airbrush tool. Tomorrow, I think it's time to walk down the drive to get the mail. The fresh air sure felt good against my face as I waited for Ellis to get the car. I've had enough of being a shut in.