The past week was a busy one in Durham. Part of this had to due with taking Nan to doctor appointments and to her classes. Her knee is still giving her trouble; but as a result of the MRI findings, she does not appear to need surgery right away. Much like the treatment I underwent for my ruptured ACL, the doctor suggests a strenuous physical therapy program which will strengthen the muscles around her patella. This hopefully will prevent it from dislocating again.
To start the week I went to a Duke v. Navy lacrosse match.
I stood next to some of the parents of the lacrosse players and it was interesting to hear them discuss the injuries that their children have played through. On my other side was a father and son from South Carolina. They were visiting the campus as the son plays lacrosse and would like to attend Duke. I did my best sales pitch (although I think the institution sells itself). Had a nice chat with Herb(the Crazy Towel Guy). He only stopped off at the lacrosse match for a few minutes as he still had to make appearances at the swim meet, the tennis match, and a football dinner. The life of the Crazy Towel Guy is tough.
On Tuesday the weather was nice enough to get in nine holes of golf. Had the course pretty much to myself - played two balls most of the time. If I decided to take the best ball for each hole my scoring might improve(although it is a sign of my mediocrity that I usually scored the same with both balls) Below is a picture of my nemesis hole - the 4th.
Everything slants down to the water and I manage to find it almost every time. The greens are a little inconsistent this time of year, but it's great to get out.
I was going to head north for some skiing last week, but Nan's injury put that on hold. After receiving the positive medical report I decided to head north on Saturday. The weather forecast was not good for that day, so a 6 AM yesterday I started north in a sleety rain for Averill Park. Drove out of the precipitation fairly quickly and got to AP by 4:30 PM only to be greeted by 2 feet of snow in the driveway with a 5 foot glacier blocking the entrance. It took me 2 1/2 hours to clear a narrow path into the garage.
I didn't even try to do a path to the front door. There was a drift almost 5 feet high around our lamp post.
This morning a tried to go out on the back deck.
No luck. I did use the snow rake to get some of the snow and ice off the roof. Now my right shoulder is killing me. Who needs a gym membership when you live in the Northeast.
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