Beginnings: What's Going On?

Mid August found Sherry taking two hour walks at the Railroad Ranch visiting her favorite places seeking familiarity in a new season in this wonder of places.  She found the trumpeter swans on Golden Lake, and the sandhill cranes in the meadow beyond the bridge.  No moose were to be seen this trip, but a cow elk stepped up to fill the ungulate dance card.  She rode her bicycle from the Ranch to Golden Lake, east to the fenceline, then back along the Henry's Fork from Bonefish Flats to the Ranch Manager's house where we were staying.  All the while she noticed that her gait was off.  Her pace was slow, and she did not go on walks with others, other than one with me on our anniversary.  I suspect it was because she didn't want to make them wait. 

I dismissed all of this as a symptom of a knee injury Sherry suffered while we repaired out raspberry supports that the heavy winter snow had broken down, and for which Sherry was receiving physical therapy. 

After returning home from Harriman State Park I noticed some cognitive dissonance, too.  Cupboard doors and drawers were left open.  Sherry's impeccible capacity to be organized was seeming to slip.  She was spending less and less time working in the garden.  I didn't know what to make of this and interpreted it as willful, though that still didn't make sense.