My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I heard the words, “home-bound” for the first time earlier this week and had that tilt-your-head-like-a-puppy-hearing-a-dog-whistle moment. Just hadn’t thought of it, just figured we must have really great medical insurance to have a physical therapist come the house. Nope, apparently it’s considered a medical necessity after such surgery if you cannot leave your house … Continue reading Civic duty
Early voting in Florida’s general election (we're deciding on a new governor, one senator, one representative and various and sundry amendments to the state constitution) is open until Nov. 3. Even though I’m hobbled with this wonky, but healing knee, the Mister is toting me to our local precinct this week to vote ahead of … Continue reading Sample ballot
I’m a week post-op from full knee replacement surgery (the big Sister to partial knee replacement) and learning to walk all over again. I don’t know what I actually expected. Certainly not back to power walking 5 miles a day, but certainly not breaking a sweat shuffling the 20 steps down my hallway, white-knuckle grip … Continue reading I’m back!
My knee replacement surgery is scheduled for early this Tuesday morning. I thought I would be good with that, but the idea of having my leg cut open and a part of me taken out and replaced with an artificial body part has overwhelmed me more than I expected. For now, I'm taking a short … Continue reading Bionics
“I don’t want any trouble.” He had a lean, hangdog look about him. His overgrown beard hide his face, but his eyes, unexpectedly clear, held an unquenchable fire. Pulling his fists from the pockets of his old, military field jacket, he showed empty hands to the men barring his way. “Just let me go on … Continue reading Hangdog
Hurricane Michael heads toward the Florida Gulf Coast and we expect it to make landfall as a Category 2 or 3 storm somewhere between Panama City and Apalachicola sometime Wednesday morning. The projected target area is about 45-50 miles southwest of where I live. We chose not to leave, being just outside of the cone … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Trouble
It had rained the night before and all the world looked like it had been bedazzled with a million Swarovski crystals. The sweet petrichor of the last evening’s shower was heady to the point of distraction. As I walked around the shoreline, dewdrops clung to my coat embellishing my unadorned clothing with their iridescent brilliance. … Continue reading An unlikely tale
