My back is better!

I can’t believe how fast, too. In the past, weeks passed before I could stand upright or sit for any period of time without vertebrae packing down on top of each other like layers of sediment. The change is dramatic. This time it was a little over a week. I’m still aware of it, a twinge here and there when I bend a certain way, but overall, I’m among the ambulatory once more.

Also, we finished watching “The Sound of Music” last night. The most noteworthy moment was when the Nazis finally did show up. Tension was mounting on the small couch in our living room. The Boy was bouncing on the edge of the cushion, bouncing and staring, his hands flying up to his mouth now and then. “What’s going to happen? Are they going to take the Papa?”

“You’ll have to watch.”

He shuddered and gasped during the graveyard scene.

Then, when the caretakers’ car zoomed away, the nuns confessed their sin to Mother Superior and pulled out those car parts from their roomy sleeves, and the Nazis’ cars wouldn’t start, The Boy finally flopped back against the couch and relaxed. “Whew!” he exclaimed, “That was a close call!”

This evening he sang what he could remember from “Favorite Things.”

“When the dog bites,
when the bee stings, (he left out the third phrase)
I simply remember
my favoritetest things,
and then I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel

that.”

The girls looked at each other and me with puzzled faces. I shrugged. “Close,” I said.

“‘That’?” one repeated.

“At least he was pretty much on key,” another noted.

This afternoon, The Boy met me on the stairs and said, “The Nazis didn’t come until after Maria got married.”

I nodded.

“Before she was married they put that thing in her hair and the nuns closed the gate and I think one of them was so happy she almost cried. She looked so beautiful. I love that movie. It’s one of my favorite movies of all time.”