The road to recovery is a crooked path, not a straight line. Life is a confusion of good days and bad. Today was not a great day. For one thing, it was very cold.
Harry had Physical Therapy first thing today, with Devan, and that went well. Harry was able to stand without touching the walker. While they worked, I tried to get some projects done, but always got sidetracked and never quite finished anything.
Harry had time for a short rest, and then Patrick arrived for Occupational Therapy. I forgot to get a picture of Patrick, but, like Devan, he is coaching Harry toward a return to the studio.
Lunch was delayed by the arrival of an enormous vehicle from Lowe’s that had delivered something to a neighbor, then drove in here looking for a way to turn around. Bill, the driver, was very apologetic and got very stuck. I should not judge, but he was very stupid. I managed to free him by blading lots of snow with the tractor, and eventually he did escape. That used up more than an hour.
The most frightening thing that happened today illustrates my stupidity. I had assembled the raised, comfortable seat for the toilet that Harry uses. He is able to get out of the chair and go to the bathroom without my help. Well, I had failed to realize that one leg of the seat had not locked properly into place. For three weeks, we never noticed it, and today, the toilet seat collapsed with Harry on it! He called to me, and I did not hear him, so he managed to extricate himself from the predicament. Then he called me, and I did hear him, and was mortified at both my bad assemblage and my poor hearing. The disaster had a happy ending, at least, in that Harry was not hurt. I am immensely grateful to the therapists for the strengthening that they have given Harry in just three weeks, so that he could survive my ineptitude!
Jane came over and we moved more hay from the shed to the barn. The horses are happy and healthy, staying warm by devouring lots of lovely hay. I have not had much time for pictures, but I snapped one of hard working Jane and her greatest admirer.
Roscoe and Weedy have no interest in going outside in frigid weather.
Here are a few bird pictures…
Be safe, be well, be warm (physically and temperamentally). Life is crazy, hang on, and hope for the best! Slava Ukraini!! Peace…
Galloping Through 
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