…has a new trick. We come home from errands to find her motionless on the couch. We stomp our feet. Nothing. We call her. Unresponsive. We walk over and shake her. She wakes up and is surprised and delighted to see us! That Annie…
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
…and sorry I could not travel bothand be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth. In a figurative sense, we face this decision every day. Purely literally, with my daily walks, I deal with it frequently as well. Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. When I was a younger man, Robert Frost spoke directly to me with his words. It is so hard to pass up one trail in favor of another, when knowing how “way leads on to way” I doubt if I’ll ever make it back. Now that I’m older, the final stanza particularly resonates. I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. Now that it is “ages and ages hence”, I am so well aware of the many roads not taken, and so well satisfied by the many I have. Literally and figuratively. Morning light
There must be a Park conspiracy.
…to thwart my frozen pizza plan. Henry and Barbara fed us last night. This morning Penna showed up with omelets and toast for brunch!
Judy had a great night last night, slept the whole way through, and is feeling so good now she insisted I take her to the store for some grocery shopping.
Now she wants the big bandages gone and some smaller ones in their place. I think if I start the lawn mower for her she’s ready to resume mowing the yard! Couldn’t come up with pizza for dinner tonight. We had to make do with grilled rib-eye (cut up into bite sized bits), steamed broccoli, and sliced tomatoes.
Maybe she can have pizza tomorrow.
Judy had a great night last night, slept the whole way through, and is feeling so good now she insisted I take her to the store for some grocery shopping. Now she wants the big bandages gone and some smaller ones in their place. I think if I start the lawn mower for her she’s ready to resume mowing the yard! Couldn’t come up with pizza for dinner tonight. We had to make do with grilled rib-eye (cut up into bite sized bits), steamed broccoli, and sliced tomatoes. Maybe she can have pizza tomorrow. Home again!
Comfy. (…but I’m going to have to come up with a picture of Judy while she’s awake soon or everyone is going to figure out I’m recreating my favorite scenes from Weekend at Bernie’s.) Really, the surgery went well. The recovery is going well. The pain meds make her pretty sleepy, but it doesn’t seem like a bad idea for her to pass the time with some sleep right now. I meant to make it to the gas station for dinner, but before I could, Barb and Henry dropped by and ruined my frozen pizza plan with a perfectly delicious spicy pork stew. There was even enough for leftovers! I may not get to implement pizza for days now. It’s good to be home. It won’t be quite normal here for a while, but this is as close as it has been the last few days.