Maybe you can teach an old dog

Maybe an old dog can learn new tricks, or maybe not. I've been totally unsuccessful in adding multiple images to my posts. Never mind trying to place the images where I want them to be.
So I'm trying again today.

Yesterday our daughter called and said she was coming to visit, making lunch and bringing dessert.

Lunch was pork tenderloin, home fries, spring asparagas and hollindaise sauce.

Dessert, a/k/a Birthday cake was her famous Blueberry cake.

Thank you Leslie,  what a great Birthday gift.

Her blueberry cake is overloaded with blueberries and has lots and lots of butter in it. How do you say rich?

So here is the meal.  The hollindaise doesnt show, but I had a load of it on the asparagas. It was so good

These two didn't join us, but I have to share this picture. They are growing up way to quickly. 

Frustration

I am at the frustration stage now. I'm beginning to want to do things around the house. I can't really get to my desk.  I seem to have created three nests, one by my chair, one by the sofa and the last on the dining table.  And yet, it seems that whatever I want is either out of my reach or a wheelchair ride away.
How many times can I ask him to fetch for me?  And how totally frustrating it is when he just can't translate my request into what I want or need.
Not to mention grocery shopping, banking and etc. We both need haircuts, him especially. The mail needs getting, and the laundry and trash are piling up.
A good friend says that my level of frustration is an indication that I am not depressed. Oh goodie. 
I knit for a bit today and watched a new podcast. Mostly though, I napped. Keeping the foot elevated leads to lots of naps.
Four weeks will be down on Monday. Hoping that the next eight go by as quickly. Then I know it's going to be tough walking again.
Now that was exciting to read.

And then this happened

Life slows down real fast when one is reduced to living on one leg. An unfortunate auto accident, not of my design, has put me out of commission until early summer. My right foot/ankle has a break on each side. I've been plated and pinned and now the healing happens.
Accident was March 1, surgery was March 17 and on March 30th I left the rehab/nursing home and came home. So far I've done a bit of spinning and read a couple of romance novels.
Each day is better than the one before.