when I was in my early thirties, including my 33rd year, and now, on this, the 33rd day of my BROKEN LEG SAGA, it is Zoot’s 90th birthday, - Happy Birthday to him. I am marking it by celebrating the release of my leg from the beastly cast I’ve been forced into all this while (I can take it off at home, according to the doctor). As for Stan, he wrote the famous song called “The Mary Ellen Carter”, and with my new-found freedom I, like that ship, shall ‘rise again’.
I WILL bend my leg; I WILL walk normally; I WILL swim and exercise. And I will kneel in prayerful thanksgiving on this day (“oh beautiful mother”…)
|Why oh why don't they have a function to right the photos?|
And I WILL dance again - missed the annual
dance-in-the-woods this year