For lots of reasons mostly to do with being a bit occupied with life, we’ve been a bit remiss in not bringing updates on the state of well-being of the other of us.
Eight months ago, during our consultation prior to surgery, her orthopaedic surgeon stated that his objective was to receive a postcard from us twelve months from that date from somewhere in the world after we had returned to our usual peripatetic ways. He warned that we could expect that it would realistically be 18 months until her recovery could be considered to be “complete”, and even now we have no reason to doubt that prognosis.
We have sent him the above as an interim measure. To mark the sixth month anniversary of that fateful day, a photograph taken just below the Mt Kosciuszko lookout, about half a dozen kilometres below Australia’s highest peak. We thought about completing the walk, but then thought that there’s no point in getting older if you don’t get wiser, so settled for the half distance six kilometre round trip.
From that one can deduce that the world is once again our oyster, although one which for a time at least, we may well be exploring at a pace that reflects the condition of our lower extremities.
