It is so good to have my man back at my side for our daily walks. Even better, he is no longer suffering and in pain when he walks. For the most part, our roles have reversed somewhat. I now walk the dog, and he carries the poop bag. (Someone has to do it.) I told Boston there would be a new sheriff in town just before "The Boss" had his surgery. "The Boss," my name to Boston for his master, is much more lenient when it comes to discipline where the "The Boy" or Boston is concerned. I think Jim feels a bit guilty that the dog can't run free after all the bunnies that populate the neighborhood, so he will allow Boston to charge after a bunny until he comes to the end of his leash. A few times, I've been afraid the dog would topple Jim over as he charges off.
I, on the other hand, like a well disciplined dog as a walking companion. So, the task of getting this dog to heel in a highly distractible environment has been one I have been working on these few weeks. I am training Boston, rather late in his life, to stay by my side while walking without thinking he is free to run as if he were at the dog park. I am using a gentle leader collar and treats to accomplish my training goals. The treats always work. He is coming along nicely in his training, but he hates the gentle leader. I have always enjoyed walking my dogs, but Boston has always been a challenge for me, so while Jim's back is healing, Boston and I are learning to walk together.
On this past Saturday, Jim was taken to lunch by his dinner crew. Three former colleagues of his drove up from Pueblo to take him to lunch. These guys, all retired teachers from the school where Jim was principal, have met for dinner once a month for the past four or five years. It was great for Jim to have them come to his new stomping grounds to take him out. Thankfully, I thought to grab my phone and take a photo of these four fine educators gathered on our back deck. They sometimes laugh and call themselves ROMEOS or Retired Old Men Eating Out. One thing is for sure, when they get together, the conversation is rich with laughter and discussion of all types of subjects. They were good medicine for Jim.
All in all, the summer has not been a bad one. We are both healing and becoming more healthy. We enjoy our new home and the beautiful setting in which we live. We love the climate where we live. In the mornings and evenings, we feel the cool mountain breezes as we walk or sit on the deck and listen to rustling aspen leaves on the trees that give us beautiful shade and privacy. The last week has been especially cool and lovely as we have had just enough rain in our part of town to really green up the lawn and cool off the evenings. Our a/c bills are much lower than they were in Pueblo, and so are our water bills. We are happy for that. We look forward to August and are not ready to see this summer come to an end.
I am doing much, much better health wise. I am now taking pancreatic enzymes with every meal. I no longer have pain. The enzymes seem to be working. I am so thankful for that. Thankfully, I have good insurance. I say that with true gratitude. I can't imagine what my bills would be like these past few months of constant medical tests and doctor visits without good insurance. The medicine I am on would have cost over $1400 without insurance. I am only talking about my medical bills. Jim's medical bills are not doubt astronomical also. Again, thank heavens for our good supplemental insurance plans. I know this is a hot topic these days and don't wish to create a political discussion with these statements. I am just grateful that we are able to secure good medical plans for ourselves during our retirement years. I realize that many in our age group are not able to do so.
One last word: Thank you blogging friends, and all my other friends also, for all of your well wishes as Jim and I have faced health challenges this past few months. Your words of support and concern have meant more than you know. Forgive me for not reading your blogs as faithfully as I would like. Hopefully, life will slow down soon, and we will all be back to normal.