Today my writing is focused on pain because my ankles hurt each time I stood, freezing me momentarily, locking my stride in a halting limp. Pain is a signal, telling me to pay attention. It’s a warning that there is a blockage in a nerve. Some part of my body’s operating system isn’t getting enough … Continue reading Day 30 (of 31 days of free writing)
My doctor told me that on Thursday she will be dressed as Alice in Wonderland. It’s Halloween and apparently all the doctors will be dressed as a storybook character. It seems a bit bizarre that someone actually assigned the doctors a role for the day. It didn’t sound as if my doctor had any choice. … Continue reading Day 29 (of 31 days of free writing)
At my core I am a skeptic. My first response is often to question what I have read or been told. It’s a reflex response. I believe I learned it at a young age, encouraged to think for myself by my parents. I do my best not to take the opposing view just because I … Continue reading Day 28 (of 31 days of free writing)
When I was young my mother insisted we have a party line on our phone. It was less expensive. I was trained to only answer the phone if it rang with two short rings. We never knew who picked up when the phone rang in other patterns. If I picked up the phone and heard … Continue reading Day 27 (of 31 days of free writing)
We left the farmer’s market this morning lugging our canvas bags full of greens, turnips, eggplant and Satsuma oranges. We had a few cool days last week. I actually had to wear a sweater one day. That started me dreaming of making soup. I planned to cook a pot of kale and turnip greens mixing … Continue reading Day 26 (of 31 days of free writing)
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