It’s been two weeks and two days since I was discharged from Spaulding and I have not been posting as much now that I’m home, though I did write and post my review of Karel Čapek’s “The Gardener’s Year.” Some of the other things I’ve been doing are daily exercises and playing Crossplay with Devin, Miranda, and Tom Coll. My stats so far are 19 wins and 6 losses, not counting practice games against the computer. My best play was “Mestizo” for 98 points, and the longest word “Cynophobia” (fear of dogs) adding on to Tom’s play of “Phobia.”

Martha and Charles have been over a few times. On Saturday we sat on the deck for a while. It’s a bit of a challenge to use the walker to get over the lip of the sliding door, but I think I have it figured out. Being able to put weight on the right leg is essential. Also, on Saturday I got a call from Patrick Hearn, a “gentleman farmer” from Acton. He’s married to a member of the Acton Garden Club, which is how I met him. He has a five-acre property that he’s developing as a farm on organic principles; he gave me a tour earlier this year before I broke my leg. I’d lent him my copy of “Look to the Land” by Lord Northbourne, an early proponent of sustainable farming, and the previous owner of the estate where I went to school. He’s credited with coining the term “organic farming.” Patrick stopped over to return the book, and I lent him another one, the gardening book by Karel Čapek

I’m at the point right now in my recuperation where I can get in and out of bed by myself and move around the house. Today Maureen had a doctor’s appointment, so between that and walking Trixie in the morning I had to make my own breakfast and lunch.

We’ve been watching TV, but no more than usual. Just a few series: Ted Lasso, Lanterns, Lucky, and Stuart Fails to Save the Universe. We’ve given up on Reacher – too much blood and a plot line that’s more implausible than ever.

Most days I take a rest with my legs elevated to reduce the swelling in my legs, and I’ve been listening to music. I just wrapped up Schubert’s symphonies, and listening again to Dvořák. I’ve never been much of a fan of Mahler but perhaps I’ll give him a try next.