July 3, 2013
One day I will have a
writing booth, as Natalie Goldberg suggests. In the meantime, I am happy to
write for you, you, and yes, even you. Send me a topic and I will, without
undue thought and a promise to not read, especially not to edit or correct,
write, then post, just for you. If you would like for me to mention who I am
writing for, on a first name basis, please include that with your request.
Send your subject matter
of choice to:
I will do my best to
humor, shock, disappoint and generate food for thought.
Thank you, in advance, for
the practice and courage to have a writing booth in the future.
As a sample, one of my
favorite questions to ask people is “What is in your pocket?”
Today I have two vitamin D
gel tablets, one unidentified yellow and a white one, a kleenex (actually not
certain if it is used so I will wipe the dog’s nasty eyes and throw it away in
the garbage can that has a colored drawing of three women, much like
fantastical Super Heroes painted on the side. I do believe my daughter and a
friend drew them in the ninth or tenth grade after Elena gave the garbage can
to Taelor for her birthday.) The pockets have zippers that run from the top to
the bottom and lie flat against the shorts. I love these shorts and felt them
appropriate for my first physical therapy session with Michael this morning. He
ran me through the rigors of twisting and turning my ankles, knees, hips and toes.
It was painful and at times I felt certain tears would leak out of my eyes but
never fall onto my shorts with pockets that have cool zippers. I stalked out of
the therapy room with a green rubbery band and a round board with a diamond
shaped piece attached to the bottom side of it. Michael demonstrated how to use
each piece, presented me with numerous sheets of paper with exercises to follow
along. Since I wanted to make a decent impression, I did not scold him for not
printing on both sides of the paper. After lurching along to the front desk, I
made three subsequent appointments for the next sessions and limped out, sure I
would fall before getting home and icing my poor, overworked foot. Made it home with both feet intact and am
currently icing the left foot until it turns blue, numbs and perhaps even falls
off the ankle bone.
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