Musings

I clicked this thinking I’d compose an insipid post about the difficulties of capturing the feeling of watching a cold rain fall from inside a warm place, or even just the rain in motion.

Then I spotted this ladybug/ladybird beetle toddling along the window sill, and whoa!

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Now that I’ve gotten more mobile, there’s been rain off and on, so too difficult to remove the leaves from the balcony.

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Goodies…from the closest we have in our neighborhood to a French bakery.

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Just saw footage from Tintern Abbey on a British show about moving to the country, and I remembered our visit there in April 2016. Waaaaaay pre-COVID.

BTW, the name is Welsh is Abaty Tyndryn.

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I combined leftover ropa vieja and new veggies and the last of T-giving—some broth, although you can’t see the broth.

I’m calling it ropa sopa—sopa meaning soup. I’m congratulating myself on my alliteration. 😎

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We are amidst season confusion. Many leaves have fallen, meaning autumn; however, some bulbs are sending greenery sun-wards…meaning spring(ish).

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I had an idea for an artsy visual…and I ended up with a lot of keystoning.

Using my phone’s app, I could de-keystone the image. Yay. I lost a lot of important framing pixels, however, and there’re new distortions.

Metaphor for me these days? My wonky knee is analogous to a keystoned photo?

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Recovery is slow. Yet, better is great. And today, yup, better than yesterday. Can almost hobble without bobbling without a stick-assist.

With an abstemious portion of rye to celebrate.

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I have convinced myself that the after-dark view from the living room definitely looks like winter light. Yet, perhaps there are too many leaves for it to be wintery.

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I’m distracting you with a photo of the cable clamp on the footbridge across the mouth of the Two-Hearted River, from last July.

That’s because otherwise it’d me moaning about my patellofemoral pain and a “simple” hamstring stretch exercise, which is the extent of my permitted flailing at this early stage of my recovery. However, I’ve moved from two-stick walking to the one-stick level of assistance. Slow, yet true progress.

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