I am not a happy camper this morning. Our next door neighbor recently cut down 3 trees (that were dead or near dead) along the property line. Today he cut down a live tree; all the trees were on our property. Husband and son went out to stop him, but too late. We showed him the property markers, you can sight along them and see that the trees are on our side. Several of them are Colorado Blue Spruce, which if you know trees you know how very slow growing they are; we planted them 35 years ago. He said they interfered with his mowing (??). He said he would pay for them, but that won't bring the trees back, will it? Jerk. I am not happy.
The clinic last night discussing knee replacement surgery has had one effect on me; I am not going to have mine replaced any time soon. The cortisone shot has worked its usual magic and I can walk normally again. It should be better for at least a month. My main difficulty is stairs, and according to what I heard last night, that is problematical with the artificial knee as well. So forget it. If I start dragging my leg behind me I'll consider it again. The doctor was very nice, he is a partner with my ortho, but I don't want to have my ortho do the surgery anyway, as he is in the midst of retiring soon. Along with all my other doctors and therapist.
I am in too bad of a mood, so I will cheer myself up with some knitting.
Bumper sticker for the day: "Retired. One owner. High mileage. Needs body work."