January 19 is Daikan, the coldest day of the year, isn't it? The weather doesn't seem good that weekend.
I'll be extra careful when driving on the highway.
Yesterday, I received an uplifting email from a horse-riding friend. They had a severe fall from a horse and underwent surgery in two places. Initially confined to a wheelchair, they then moved to crutches, and now they can walk ten steps on their own.
It was a joyful message, much like a baby's first steps. As elderly adults, we understand these feelings deeply.
Their emails are getting longer, which I guess is a sign of recovery.
There are many things I want to say about this horse-riding accident, but I choose not to. It’s better that way, I think.
There are many worries, of course. With a mother showing signs of cognitive decline and now moved from home to a care facility,
horse riding became a necessary respite from caregiving. Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch to go riding,
but I understand the sentiment. Everyone does.
The well-functioning system has been disrupted.
I hope to see my friend, back to health, riding again when the weather gets warmer.