Its still Thanksgiving
weekend, so I suppose there is time remaining to do the traditional,
let's avoid the corny, listing of the things for which I
give thanks:
My siblings, who worked
miracles for me this past year. They continue to exhibit their love
by their periodic Inquisition, making sure I don't slip back down
into the Slough of Despond...or the bargain basement of Macy's.
Dr. Siegel, who was
willing to take one more chance to save my leg. I know the jury
is still out, but amputation would have been a fait accompli without
you. And yes, I will joint your Facebook group if I can ever find
it.
Keith, who has always been by my side and who always has my back. I don't deserve a nephew like you. I guess you get to burn off a lot of Karma with me around!
My Anam Cara Claude. I
love you and can't picture life without you. (Breathe folks, it's
platonic.)
My other friends,
including the former hubby, who helped me alone the way to recovery.
Debbie, who adopted Rufus
while Mama was sick.
The Old Ones, for
allowing me the strength to fight on, and all those who kept me in
their thoughts and prayers. The trip's not over yet, but I can see
the shore.
Thanksgiving was spent at
my sister Diane's, with lots of food and a nice peaceful atmosphere.
The only thing I missed, from my perch in the solarium, was the
opportunity to watch TV. I had no idea how to turn it on. When my
brother-in-law wasn't looking, Keith and I pulled out all the remotes
to see if any of them would do the trick. It quickly became obvious
that any attempt to touch a controller could result in a range of
effect, from dimming the lights to nuclear assault.
There are 16 remotes in
this picture. There were more in other rooms.
In fact, Keith and I
noticed that it was a rather techno-holiday. The 4 and 9 year old
nephews were playing games on their father's I-Phone ( In one case,
it had something to do with Stupid Zombies? I don't know. The child
can speak as fast as he can type...and that's the 4 year old). Gary
was uploading his photos of Jersey shore Sandy destruction, one
sister was printing out holiday snaps while the other was pleased
with her led lit canvas paintings. One was a church scene with
candles in the windows...and they really flickered.
Keith was not approving,
trying to put forward the case that the value of art should not be
dependent upon batteries. However, there is no male argument that can
win out over a woman's perspective of “..But it's pretty!”...and
that was ME.
I'm buying this one. Fie
on detractors!
I also managed to have a
few pictures taken with Gary and Keith, as well as a new one of me
which I will use for PR going forward. There were more, but they
were on my sister's camera. She doesn't e-mail them very well. They
end up huge and unprintable.
So it goes. I was able to
get to Diane's by using my shoe and brace. I'm trying to use them 2
hours a day. I was finally able to leave my home via the front door!
For the Sherlock fans...I
still haven't decided exactly what the three clue words “Rat,
Wedding, Bow” really mean, but I did see that filming of Sherlock
Season 3 will begin in January.
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| Borrowed from on-line fan art |
P.S. Good news! I was just
informed that my article “The Tie That Binds” will be published
Tuesday as the Sage Woman
on-line bonus feature, complete with three of my altar pictures. Gee!
The world really MUST be ending, I've been waiting for this to come
out for two years. Thanks, Anne!
