I just wrote and trashed a blog post. I've become an idiot. Maybe I'm giving myself too much credit. Maybe it has all been dribble. So here. I'll post a photo of my take on the human condition. Victims of fate and circumstance or architects of our own demise?
You be the judge.
She was a lover of animals. She volunteered at the Humane Society as I recall. She kept exotic animals in her home.
I dreamed last night that I was in a small, far western mountain town taking pictures. They would have been the most stunning photos I had ever taken, but. . my camera wouldn't work.
"What do you think it means, doc?"
One anecdote before I go. Yesterday, I went out to the park to do my old man shuffle run at the Pars course. It is a half mile loop. I stop at four stations to do pushups, crunches, air squats, and rows. Four times around. Two miles. But, since the accident, I can't really breathe, and at each station, I am very out of breath. As I leaned up against a sign, chest heaving, sweat pouring, a woman walked by then came back.
"Are you O.K.?"
Holy moly! I must have looked as though I was having a heart attack or a stroke. We chatted for a minute and then she showed me her scar from a recent hip replacement surgery. I was happy that she volunteered to show me her upper thigh, at least. Still. . . .
That's what I have, a bad dream and a bad shuffle run. Now I am running behind schedule. I have become more slothful than ever and just drop stuff all over the house without picking it up and putting it away . The maids come today, so I have a lot of putting away to do.
Such is life.
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