Wednesday, January 27, 2016

I'm baaaaaaaaaackkkk

... and aching to write again.

Or, is that ache actually the arthritis.

Right hand arthritis.  Bad for mornings.  You expect that your right hand will be your right hand and behave like your right hand, and serve you like your right hand has tended to do all your life. Then, one morning, you watch as your right hand reaches for your mug of coffee for that delicious, delightful first morning sip, but it delays.  The open motion and the grasping motion, are troubled. One might even stay that Right Hand has stumbled.  Bother that!

Bother the spilled coffee.  Bother the ache.

Wait, what's that?  Left ankle?  Now left ankle demands attention?  What have I ever done to deserve this from left ankle? Fine.  I am not going to be thoughtless.  I shall wrap left ankle in warm, cozy sock so that we can saunter off into the misty morning for daily saunter.

Sauntering, sauntering...  Gloomy day, but there's beauty in it too. Singing birds, skittering squirrels. Pretty, promising day.  Oh, here's that curb, no handicapped slope here.  Lovely, I feel like jumping off it, like a child -- naturally looking both ways first. Or sprinting, skipping even, loving the day. Hey!  Right knee.  Please tell me what that was all about?  You bout near dropped me to the pavement.  Don't do that again, or I shall be keeping you indoors much more often.

Huh.  How old am I?




not your usual Catalina Island shot

not your usual Catalina Island shot

fun with spelling

fun with spelling
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