It’s been three weeks since my spinal surgery and I’m feeling human. I walk and practice my physical therapy exercises and I’ve even had to get back into cooking. I’m doing well.
It’s been a strange and hot summer. No trips. My husband had his first cataract surgery (and another looming in the distance) and my surgery. The world is in the middle of a pandemic and we can’t travel outside our own state comfortably.
We renewed our passports recently because they were about to expire only to find we can’t travel outside our country because no other country wants us. We might be infected with Covid-19.
My blogs this year were about having more experiences and I was thinking travel. Well, the world had other ideas. I’m experiencing what it is like to have surgeries and be stuck in the house. But I’m getting some writing done! Pandemic or not, the world goes on.
I’m almost finished with the second in the Keystone Lake series, Blooming Greed. I really need to drive to Keystone lake in eastern Oklahoma and get a tour of the dam, but I can’t right now. They may not be giving tours at this time. I’ll call first. In all the time I owned property at that lake, and saw the dam in flood stage and drought, I never toured the dam itself. I’ve done about all the online research I can do.
This is the summer of our discontent. I’m not alone in my complaint. At least I’m not sick in a hospital with a tube down my throat. I’m not unemployed with small children because my place of business is shut down. I am really doing fine, just had my plans disrupted. So, I write. Maybe I will write better because I’m desperate. And when I can’t write, I read. So many books, so little time.
What are you reading in this our summer of discontent?