Running Away
There is an old aphorism that you can’t hide from your troubles; they will follow you.
While that seems to be true, there is the thought that seeing and being somewhere else gives a fresh perspective to those tag-along problems.
In early May I had back surgery No. 4, a long-awaited surgery that seemed to have doubtful improvement. It required a much longer and more difficult procedure than anticipated and the recovery has been long and difficult. In some ways, it seems no better than before and now I must deal with the denial of payment for the additional procedures deemed necessary at the time.
However, that is neither here nor there.
The Fourth of July has always been one of my favorite holidays—a day of celebration and family gatherings. I had missed the past few–illnees and then of course, Covid–the year of Lent that lasted forever!. But this year I was determined. We drove up on Friday July 1st and arrived on the following day. We had in tow our two border collie dogs—there was no room for them at the pet resort.
Remarkably they were extremely well behaved even in the hotel where they did not notify us that there were other people in ‘our house’.
The week was spent clearing out the berry patch that had been over-run by a grape vine that has never produced.
I bent, twisted, picked up, ran the wheelbarrow to a brush pile.
My back did not like the trip there and back–but the activity of clearing out that brush was better than any of the physical therapy sessions.
And just for fun—here is a photo of one of the delights of the week.
I’ll be sorting through all my photos and posting some exerpts over the next few days. In the meantime, has anyone seen my keys?
Sylvia Weir Art 