Truth. No offense intended, okay? I should have drawn a lemon but I am so good at pears, I gotta tell you. A good pear is juicy and sweet, right? So is the truth as you have experienced and lived to tell it. Well, life hasn't been great in Limnersville recently, but no one wants to read about it the draggy parts, so I won't tell them. Y'all have your own problems, but a burden shared is often lessened in the telling. If you disagree, then please stop right here. Do not read any more because intend to
whine talk about how Life has its ups, downs, and all around puckers. But that's Life, right? It won't take me all night since I can't write for very long.
I like etegami. Thank you, Cole! Etegami is good if you have a bum dominant arm. The flaws and oopsies translate into art in etegami. If you haven't tried it, but are artistically inclined, then please do try it. We can trade cards. For more etegami info, check out this link: http://simplicityembellished.com/?s=etegami.
Anyway . . . I saw a specialist yesterday. The good news is, there is hope for recovery. I haven't damaged my pitching arm beyond repair. Having your hand turn purplish is frightening though. So is having it go numb. I am scheduled for two MRIs. Oh, joy.
Life's puckers really can suck if you don't wean them. How does one wean in this instance? Well, I have relaxed. I am taking better care of myself the last few days. In this case, silence is golden. No news is good news. I have a write future. I'm saving my arm. However, I will write. I have to hand over my mailbox key due to my inability to drive. JC has sworn in writing that he will check my mail until I can. Guess what. Today was a great mail day.
I got mail! Oh, happy day!
I filled my canteen, broke out a new Glass Dharma straw, took a pill and propped myself up for a good read. See the first envie? It's from Randall. He and I have a thing going on. No, not like that. I'll tell you all about it as soon as I am able. It is total fun, so you might want to stay tuned. Oh. And I cannot drink, so instead of a sippy cup . . .
Life is good.
Write on, and thanks for listening.