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Physical therapy is well underway, with a week’s worth of sessions under my belt. Over-achiever that I am, I can already raise my right arm at least 140 degrees – well past the 90 degrees I strained for just one week ago. The sad part is that I still can’t completely brush my own hair […] From north to south and back againWe paint our toes and sip champagne. Mid walking, talking, laughter, tearsI count my joys and still my fears. Round table filled with loving friendsMy day – complete – by birthday’s end. […] What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mommaWhat I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your papaWhat I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughterYou do a little dance and then you drink a little water ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Give It Away” ~ The band claims their […] I’m sorry if my last post gave the impression that I’d dislocated my shoulder. I did not. Instead, I suspect I aggravated the already torn ligament that keeps the ball joint in the socket. I thought I was doing myself a favor by sticking to small projects, however the intensity applied to completing them proved […] Aside from a little spiff-up at Chez Métier, my body also continues its quest for self-improvement. Of course, when I think of it, none of this would have been possible without my caretaker’s hands. These hands support me as I sit or stand. These hands cook and clean for me. These hands change the dressing […] Found: one bouquet of peachy yellow tea roses with daisies and matching greens with yellow buds in the immediate vicinity of my front door.There was an unsigned note attached that urged me toward good behavior lest The Warden turn the hose on my sorry self. There was also a small ceramic button attached to the […] Since it’s no longer my birthday (huge thanks, by the way!) and I’ve only just finished the leg on the second Mona sock, I thought I’d divert your attention with another little pretty. Beautiful flower bouquet left at my front door Told you the knitting would be slow and, frankly, I don’t think you give […] Asiatic Tiger Lily buds …Our gardens are enamored of the spring,Of silver rain,The cloudy green of buds slow-burgeoning,The sorrow of last apple blooms that clingAnd are not fainTo yield their fruit again.We do not long for tropic pageantry,Yet surge with love to seeThe tiger lily’s muted ecstasy.… (From the poem “Tiger Lily” by Walter Adolphe […] |