I am now free to fish around the country.

My orthopedic surgeon, at my latest check-in visit, said I could now begin to lift light objects with my surgically repaired shoulder. In the dictionary of useful definitions I keep in my head, fly rod fits into the light objects category. So does cold beverage, with or without a slice of lime.

I think I can now manage to hold my digital camera in my left hand, the one with the scarred shoulder, while jotting notes with my right. And I can lift a hat off my head with that bad arm and wipe sweat off my forehead with the other one. I can tie my shoes, buckle a belt, and tuck in my shirt (try that with one hand).

I can cut a piece of meat without help — if the knife is sharp enough and if the meat is somewhat more tender than shoe leather.

I no longer have to eat hamburgers with one hand and wear mustard for the rest of the day. I can floss my teeth. (Ever tried to manage dental floss with one hand?) Got a lot of catching up to do after two months — gross.

I can drive with two hands — or use the left one to steer and the right to switch CDs or wave to fellow motorists on crowded, rush hour (that's redundant) Dallas highways.

I don't have to sleep on my back, but it's still a bit tender to roll onto the left side.

I can type with two hands intdsae fo noe. See?

I can throw a cat off my desk with my left hand while operating the computer mouse with my right. I can hold a phone in the left hand and take notes with the right. I can read without having to use various devices to keep a book open to the right page.

I've progressed to the point where I can do my stretching exercises (three times a day when I remember) without screaming, much. My physical therapist brings tears to my eyes less frequently than he did just a few weeks ago. He's so disappointed.

Ah, but some things still may be a bit beyond my capabilities. I don't think cat litter boxes fall into the category of light objects, for instance. I guess Pat will have to continue taking care of that chore for a while yet. I feel bad for her.

Doing dishes seems a bit much at this point. Some of those pots and pans feel pretty heavy to me. Another month or two, perhaps?

Laundry gets pretty weighty as well, especially when wet. Better put off that pleasure for a few more weeks. I wouldn't want to set back recovery over a bunch of soggy sheets. Mowing the lawn is out of the question and it'll probably come a good frost most any day now so the grass can wait. Can't paint. Can't move furniture. Can't climb on ladders lest I fall and do damage.

Over all, I'd say things are progressing well and this is likely to be the last update on shoulder surgery. And I'd like to thank all my loyal readers (both of them) for the kind wishes during this ordeal.