No more therapy.

Freedom! I passed all the therapy things today, so I no longer have to go to physical therapy. It’s been six weeks. My balance is still off, but that takes time to regain. I’m driving again, and basically off narcotics.

This week we celebrated Founder’s Day in Isabella County, the 150th birthday of it’s origin. Sesquicentennial! (Can you spell it?) Anyways, it went off without a hitch and was attended by around a thousand people, in spite of pouring rain. I served on the committee for months. And, it turned out better than I thought it would. The halls were crowded, the food was all eaten, the awards were received, and the displays were more than interesting. I was on my feet for more than 10 hours and went up and down three flights of stairs Wednesday, during the event. Plus, I helped set it all up the night before. Needless to say, my knee swelled up double and I was in tons of pain to say the least. But, now it’s over.

What’s next? Well, I need to plan a community dinner party for people who work with others with disabilities. I’m going to try for March or April on that. It won’t be nearly as big as Founder’s Day. I’m planning on around 100 people, tops.

I’ll also be babysitting for my little Susie Bell for a week or so. I’m looking forward to that. I haven’t spent nearly the time with her as I have Leah, and I don’t think she’s learned all of my little songs. So, we’ll rock and sing before bed and I’ll enjoy every minute of it. But, I do miss my little Leah immensely. She hasn’t been here in two weeks. She’s making friends with her new doggie named Brady. It’s a beautiful collie, which looks just like Lassie. There’s no way Grammy could compete with Lassie. But, I’m happy for her, since she loves dogs so much.

I’m totally upset about the stimulus package that is passing tonight. 1,000 pages? The one that the congressmen and senators haven’t read. They don’t even know what they voted for. The one that O’Bama promised would be up on the web for at least five days so we could all read it. LIAR!!! He shoved it down our throats. A billion dollars for bush mice in California? A billion for STD’s? A billion for bee insurance? A train rail from Disney Land to Las Vegas? I’m stunned. I’m ready to lead a Boston tea party. I probably will need a new kind of therapist by the time we end up paying for all this crap.

I pray our God will have mercy on us.