I am in here.
I am off crutches! The doctor said that, while the fractures are still there, not healed, I can begin to walk on the foot. But, “No marathons,” he said. I am happy to comply with that last because I can’t run a marathon anyway. I can type real well, but obviously, that’s not regarded as … Continue reading O frabjous day!
Two weeks. It seems longer than that. Other peoples’ deaths warp time for the survivors, I think. I’d say “grief” instead of “death” but I have no idea if this is grief I feel. It’s nothing like I felt at my father’s death. I need a new definition. I need a word that means both … Continue reading definitions
Do not disappear down into imaginary worlds. Patch the pain, then return. Feet on the ground. Read your books. Prepare for spring migration.
I am starting to find amusing the slow progress of the mail truck two streets away, seen through bare trees. This is a little too zen for me, but I must stay here and await the arrival of Food. Yes, I am quite capable of going to Food myself, were my shoulders, biceps and triceps … Continue reading mail trucks
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