About a year has passed since I stopped to gather some pumpkins in the garden and wound up in the hospital and then a rehab facility for two and a half months.
Some of the effects of that accident are still with me -- walking on uneven ground or steep slopes is difficult because of the cobbled-together ankle and I don't have complete range of motion in the shoulder that was dislocated. Ballet and football and mountain climbing are right out.
But it's no big deal. In the overall scheme of things (whatever that may be) I'm doing fine -- able to take care of the household chores, do some light gardening, and, most importantly, serve as a member of Josie's staff.
Actually, this brush with what could have been something much worse, has given me a clearer perspective of What Matters. (What Matters to me, I hasten to add. No universal truths here -- you're on your own.)
And I am so grateful -- for all the support from family and friends (including some of you I've never met in person -- as if that were important,) for good insurance, and for excellent medical and rehab care.
I'm happy to be here for the miracle of the changing seasons, the joys of everyday living, and, most of all, for the privilege of watching Josie becoming a person.
Blessed, indeed.
