Camp Dewar

Sometimes I think that Jimmy has a drop or two of gypsy blood in his veins, because he loves to be on the go, and homebody that I am, I balk a little at leaving home. I'm a nester, and once I settle in, I don't like to be uprooted. But coming to Highlands last month was a good decision, for both of us.

You can almost see Jimmy getting stronger from one day to the next, and we seem to have found a good balance between rest and activity.
He still sleeps ten to twelve hours a night, and takes long delicious naps on the porch swing in the cool mountain air.

He's eating well, and some days we go to lunch at one of Highland's many fine restaurants. Today it was The Wine Garden at the Old Edwards Inn.
When we first started going to the fitness center, Jimmy had lost so much muscle that he could barely lift the lowest possible weights. That's improving.
Walking up and down these mountains can get you in shape in a hurry.

Please note the slacks Jimmy is wearing in the above photograph. A few weeks ago, Jimmy was telling Carolyn Eager how baggy all of his clothes are on him now, and she said, "I'll bet some of Bill's old clothes would fit you." Jimmy was skeptical because Bill was taller and thinner and had a different build than Jimmy, so we were surprised when the pants she brought for him to try on fit perfectly.

He's loved wearing them: they look good on him, but more importantly, they had belonged to his friend.