Life is full of twists, turns, ups, and downs--much like that of a bicycle tour; although a bicycle tour was not made this year. Maybe the past 10 cycling years has prepared us for this year. Starting with a family death, followed by transitions of property (still be be completed), then retirement, followed by paperwork . . . and paperwork, then the "fall", the dreaded subsequent rotator-cuff operation to put all right again, and the pain of recovery. One doc says that there will be no riding for at least four months while the PT (physical therapist or pain and torture guy--take your pick) gave us hope when he said maybe a month. Although the pain will ultimately be the guide. The anchor of home held us in place to make all right.
Surrealism has hovered over the house. We had not been at home in the summer for 10 years. It has actually been quite refreshing while odd at the same time.
OK, now we're recovering . . . getting it all right again. The anchor is getting lighter and lighter. We're fluffing and spreading our wings. We're getting there.
Surrealism has hovered over the house. We had not been at home in the summer for 10 years. It has actually been quite refreshing while odd at the same time.
OK, now we're recovering . . . getting it all right again. The anchor is getting lighter and lighter. We're fluffing and spreading our wings. We're getting there.
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