First, the medical update. My most recent check-up involved xrays, which show that all is well with my new hardware. ALL restrictions have been lifted….I can cross my legs, take a bath, and generally do anything I want except run and jump. It is fortunate that I do not aspire to be the Double Dutch Champion on the senior circuit.
Someone asked me recently if I’m really going to keep this blog going for a full year, since I’m pretty well recovered already. Hmm….sure. There’s more to come on the recovery track….the first 6 weeks is just the beginning. I’m sure readers will want to know how my return to the dance floor progresses. And don’t you all want to know who wins in the Grandmother/Granddaughter Staircase Race? There is still the mystery of whether my other hip will defy the xray evidence and remain pain-free, or if another replacement is in my nearer future.
Plus, I’m still on a regular regimen of pain meds…..tramadol and Tylenol. Readers will want to know if I have to do a stint in the Betty Ford Clinic in order to break my dependency.
But the most important reason to continue this blog is that I never know what will come out of my brain while I’m writing, and sometimes the most extraordinary thoughts emerge into the universe. I’m a believer that if you put the questions out there, the answers will come. Make your wishes known so the wish-fulfillment elves can get to work.
I recently mentioned my concern with what comes next in my life. My new hip makes me feel like a whole new chapter should accompany it. I casually mentioned in that post that I had been looking at the Lansing Community College catalog to see if anything sparked an interest. Something did. In fact, I fanned the little spark and it blew up into a roaring blaze. It turns out that I have a burning desire to become certified as a paralegal.
Paralegal training? Really? Where on earth did that come from? Maybe it comes from the wishful thinking of 40 years ago, when I was seriously interested in law school. But there were no law schools in Lansing at that time. I was a young wife, with a BA and a teaching certificate and no real desire to teach. I am quite certain that if Cooley Law School existed at that time, I would have given it a whirl. Would it have been a good fit? I will never know.
Fast forward to now. Why does paralegal training feel like it could be a good fit?
1. I like taking classes. I like learning.
2. I still have an interest in law.
3. I don’t need a new career. But a part-time job? Sure. Or a fascinating volunteer experience? Definitely.
4. If I love the classes, great. If I don’t, then at least I found out.
Really, why not?
So, I’m enrolled for two classes this summer. I’m terribly excited to be a student again. I have my textbooks, my parking pass, my ID card, and several freshly sharpened pencils and new notebooks.
I do hope my instructors won’t mind if I knit.