Entry 459 — Week No. 2 at the Rehab Center
I’m doing all the exercises I’ve been asked to do. Today I got my own walker. This means I’m allowed to walk everywhere in the building on my own–so long a s I use the walker. I can walk, slowly, without it, but am not supposed to. There are all kinds of movements I’m supposed to avoid (and do). I seem in good shape but can’t walk naturally, or unnaturally without thinking about what I’m doing. No word yet on when I’ll be able to go home. I don’t mind being here much. Not getting anything done, though–unless you count finishing reading beautiful & pointless, by David Orr, which may be the worst book about poetry ever written. Orr thinks there’s no reason for poets to think they know anything more about using words than the man in the street does. Granted, many do not. Still . . .