We went to physical therapy on Thursday and after a discussion with the therapist it was decided this would be his last session. He can come back for "tune ups" later if needed. This assumes he will be willing to go to the gym twice a week minimum and walk with me at least 3 days a week minimum. I think we can do that.
I was next door visiting with a neighbor about an hour prior to leaving for therapy. Cowboy followed me over, which is fine. When I suggested he go take off his boots and put on his tennis shoes he said no, he wasn't going to do that. This happens a lot when it is time to walk or go to therapy. The therapist said he needs to always come in his tennis shoes. The cowboy boots throw him forward a little bit and he really should wear his athletic shoes. When we got back to the house I just told him he was going to change and I took off his boots and handed him his shoes. This approach often works better but it amazes me because the old Cowboy would have told me to go take a flying leap.
On Friday a friend who is a handyman came and put in a taller toilet in the second bathroom and rails in the master bath. He is coming back next week to put in a telephone line.
We didn't go anywhere on Saturday. I did some chores and Cowboy mostly watched TV.
Today we were awoken with a call from some friends we knew in Tulsa prior to moving here. They were coming through and wanted to have lunch. We met them for lunch at the Cracker Barrel. It was nice. Cowboy ate everything on his plate. They will go back and tell a lot of our old friends what is going on with Cowboy. I hate to worry them but I guess they need to know. Also learned that some of our friends are ill and one has passed away. It is upsetting that no one had let us know. Cowboy probably didn't say 10 words but seemed to enjoy seeing them.
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