My house sits on the side of a hill, and in the winter, with the trees bare, you can see the river. In the spring, the leaves return and take the river away.

O frabjous day!

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!

note to self:

Do not disappear down into imaginary worlds. Patch the pain, then return. Feet on the ground. Read your books. Prepare for spring migration.