Mending tendon or whatever

So the last time I wrote the words were full of self pity, remorse and frustration about cracking the glass table top all over my leg.  Impatience may be a virtue to thrust one ahead in life but more times than not haste makes waste as my mom used to say.  Blaming it on one's genes doesn't help because after so many years on this earth one would gain wisdom above basic instinct.  Never too old to learn.  Myself and this black boot are not the fashion statement I wanted to make this year although it does compliment my new black toner sketcher.  Hobbling around the kitchen for the next month, sleeping with the boot which requires no cover and will be an increasing source of warmth in the approaching summer.

Missed Havesu and all the fun.  Missed Africa and the glorious promises of the travel brochure.  Instead I have been the recipient of many condolences, gifts, cards, visits and kisses from friends, family and my dog Fritz.  He, Fritz, follows my hulking footsteps wherever.  Always on the ready to send a howl of distress if I need it.  We have the patios front and back, red towering mountains and cliffs and an ever increasing cascade of color with desert broom, cacti, roses, geraniums and indigo all fighting for attention.  The prolonged rainy season only receives grand applause from the desert foliage...  We are so lucky.  So now I am breathing in this sunshine and fragrant breeze while taking the time to observe calesthenics of geccos, flights of humming birds and finches and desert doves.  And then there is the marvelous culinary treats provided by chief chef Eduardo and friends.  Magnifique!   And quiet hours to read and enjoy.  Who knew rehab could be like this?  Thanks everyone.  I love you.