Today. I picked up the Kid from School. I didn’t think that day would come. Amazing. eh ? Drove to Bello.I went up early because I didn’t want to blow it and I didn’t. I love that Kid.
My ankles are thin this week. That means the fluid is down. It also means i can move around. Keep swimming Lynne and resting as much as you need. She was pleased to see me and i was pleased to see her.
Now i am Facetiming with the big girls. Just think – 4 months ago i couldn’t walk or talk. This, then, is one sweet day.
I am tired now and ready for bed. my Friend Dale posted this poem tonight and it applies to me and to you.
“How I go to the woods”
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree.
I have my way of praying,
as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan