What a beautiful day.


Pleasant day with a gentle breeze and with the warmth from the sunshine I was able to casually mow the front and backyards. Exiting the hospital 15 months ago from my second back surgery the really dour acting nurse in charge of me stated I had a (history) as she sent me home in the coolest ambulance  I’ve ever seen. That word, history, has stuck with me since then and it is good.

I’ve tried out many of my old work habits and discovered from pushing the mower, which is ok although sometimes I  have to break up the task into smaller pieces, the cumulative effect is the same.  I cannot go sliding under the boom of a 30 foot sailboat, clearing lines and tending my sheets during a tack and who only knows what else.  But anyhow it’s just a process of discovery of my limitations. Also wielding a chainsaw and splitting firewood seems to be off limits too.

But today is a beautiful day and when I put away my tools and closed the gate and walked to the front yard something inside of me echoed to look up in the sky.  I know it’s a  bit indifferent as freaking pictures of clouds go but I walked back inside, got my phone and took a picture.

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A beautiful day…

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