AUTUMN LEAVING

The summer has left, and soon autumn will leave too, and then the cold begins, and goes deep into my bones....I dream of warm Agrigento and the sea.  My neighbour on the street where I live came to Canada from Italy, and another town by the sea.  We commiserate in the park while she walks her dog, and I walk my leg. 

The big break, the fame; the success so wished-for by performers, and  'break a leg!' wished on us by others before a gig – hey, it's  NOT LITERALLY, EH?   We didn't really want to break a part of our body; it's just a traditional theatre saying....Tell that to my tibia.

But four weeks have passed already and I live in hope that the fracture is healing as it ought, and that when I go back to the doctor next Wednesday, he will say the magic words, and I will throw away the cast/brace, and won't have to walk the military march anymore.

I still want world peace, of course, as all the beauty contest winners say, but I really want my leg in one piece. I want to run and jump like the other children.

 

However I won't complain.  I got out last Friday, sexy cast and all, which I highlighted by draping my skirt to show it better, festooned with flowers-; and I sang some tunes with the jazz band.  Oh, but 'twas good to be sort of normal again. (until the WheelTrans arrived to take the invalid home early). Here are some pics - sorry about the sideways one:

 

 

Meanwhile, anxiously awaiting the new x-rays this coming week, to see if I can jettison the iron leg and get back to real life and activities like the following:

 

 

And in a few more weeks the ice will be back in the rinks and I will be out there skating, - singing to the trees, and sucking that icy air into my lungs, and loving it. (as seen in my youtube video “Skating, Skating