Google gotta love you...but darn it's become a challenge to blog or comment. Maybe I have it figured out, but maybe not. I have missed being able to comment on blogs I have read everyday for years.
Trying again as I am sidelined by a double ankle fracture and a huge pink cast. Surgery aside, it has forced me to slow down, way down, and stirred a great compassion for my smart active mother who never complained about how hard it must have been to live the last two years of her life in a wheel chair, and my vivacious and funny aunt Annie who used crutches from age fourteen on due to a rare crippling disease.
I have been touched by the calls and cards, the folks who show up with food and offers to get me out of the house. I am stunned and daunted by the challenge presented by my front steps and the sweet curving path to the street.
Every day I am stonger and every day I realize how blessed I am. Every day I give thanks that when I fell down the interior stairs in my house, I had my phone with me. And everyday I am grateful for baby rivers and boyfriend who jumped in the car when they got my call, kept me talking as they drove, and called 911 when they realized I had passed out. I am a very lucky girl with a big fat left foot.
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