She didn’t make me understand it was going to be red. That was a surprise.

But it’s looking good. It’s actually quieter than the white. And we were always going to paint the door red like the bridge. So it will all match; and a red rim around the windows actually visually vanishes into shadow, unlike the white.

I am suffering third-day-ouchiness: I was changing the pond filter a couple of nights ago when I tripped going downhill on the berm—which is worse than falling uphill. I already had one shoulder taped up in elastic because of a sprain Doc Shane is working on. The elastic tape saved it from being worse hurt—but I landed, of course, on that hand, and a knee, and did a skating-fall kind of roll, which prevented my going on my face—no great harm done: but this is the third day, and the bruises are coming out. I did move the fat foot-long rock that caused it.

Jane and I are walking every morning after breakfast. We have a short walk at a bit over half a mile. Today we extended it to about a full mile, and I was feeling it by the time we got back, but I think that was the fall making itself felt. We’d like to include our skating coach, Joan, in a hike to breakfast at the Rocket Bakery, but that’s about two miles, mile and a half down and uphill a quarter of the way back, so we need to work our way to proper stamina for that one. The walking was recommended by Jane’s hematologist, and it’s just easier to keep with if there’s two of us. Besides that, we’ve made friends with a couple of squirrels near Joan’s house, and they expect us.