I am feeling better and better,
everyday.
I am feeling good enough,
to start feeling bored.
I would like to get out,
more.
I do get out,
but,
it’s been cold,
and,
Montreal is the land,
of,
the treacherous,
sidewalk,
so I must be careful,
slipping and falling,
is not really an option.
Makes photography opportunities,
limited as well, but,
Spring will come,
it always does.
I need to be patient,
with myself,
with the process and my body.
I am recovering from a serious,
operation,
I am healing well.
Now,
that I feel more comfortable,
sitting,
walking,
sleeping,
now,
that I don’t live with the anxiety of,
possible infection etc,
now that I am recovering from,
obsessive mode
🙂
I should be able to start,
Reading books.
Reading in  book form,
both,
fiction and non-fiction,
has been,
a problem for me,
was hard to find,
a comfortable position to read in,
I have managed since the second week,
to sit at my desk for short periods,
that have gradually stretched out.
So computer reading and writing,
I have managed,
a little.
I stumbled on this site called,
longreads.com,
the best longform stories on the web,
it’s fabulous,
curates articles, essays,
from magazines, newspapers, websites,
check it out,
so mostly non-fiction and plowing my way,
through Meditations by Marcus Aurelius,
my pile of fiction,
serious and otherwise,
awaits.
and,
I have,
an objective of about twenty books read,
by the time I go back to work,
I still have five weeks of recovery.
I feel confident I will make it,
the body is better,
now I need to,
stimulate,
feed,
entertain,
the mind.
🙂
Today is March 27 th,
today is my anarchist’s birthday.
A year ago,
he was in Nunavut,
visiting his son and daughter in law,
celebrating his birthday.
The anarchist didn’t really believe,
in celebrating birthdays,
exchanging gifts etc,
but,
he believed in making people,
happy.
I had no money for a present,
plus,
he was a man who didn’t need,
much,
I decided I would write,
an ode to him,
to our friendship,
in the most public,
yet,
respectful fashion,
I could think of,
I wrote a blog post,
and,
I sent him the link in a happy birthday email.
He wrote me a beautiful email,
it touched him,
that made me very happy.
Six weeks later,
my friend was dead.
(:
I am so glad I wrote that blog post,
that even if he knew,
what our friendship meant to me,
this ode clearly witnessed,
a,
deep love and admiration.
I miss him,
still,
I imagine it will be always,
but,
as he would say,
life goes on and life is beautiful,
and,
it is,
truly.
Be well,
all of you.
Later girls,
BB
….