September brought new doctors, more appointments, outpatient therapy, and a resolve to get myself back to my active self, and better.
I began my own water physical therapy around the third week of September, and haven't looked back. It has been so calming and helpful.
I had my first big outing with dad on Saturday, September 24. We took a drive about 45 minutes north to Ogden, to visit the Union Station museums. I'm a museum nerd, so was super excited. There was a street market going on across from the museum in Old Town Ogden on 25th St, so we ventured in. We ended up in the cutest little boutique and got to talking to the owner.
The train station was a major hub of travelers, so all the amenities applied. Apparently the boutique used to be a speakeasy. We saw a square marked out in the floor, which she informed us was once a door to the wine cellar. Many of the shops on 25th street had them, and several of them were connected. They were used for distilleries, for smuggling during prohibition, and hideouts for mobsters. The seedy underbelly of Ogden.
And I bought a pretty dress. Retail therapy works almost as well as physical therapy.

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