Yes mainly this is so not important.
The important first. I know I need to be focused on more serious things. Like what obese orange critter will do to economic justice, humane health care, womens’ rights, relations with other nations. If fat man gets his way. Beyond disgusting. The progressives…I am one…are organizing to say nope. We are organizing.
Meanwhile. I need to get my own writing…and editing, the most important part of writing…in better shape. Serious stuff going on on here, speak up. With a rational not emotional brain.
Here comes the superficial, kind of. I broke a lower vertebrae, my right elbow, and my left knee, in 2023. Don’t wish that on anyone .Lots of time, no like, in ambulances, emergency rooms, and hospital beds. And I met people with two prosthetic legs who still had spirit. I’m at home slowly getting things put together. Perspective.
The caring, wonderful, utterly competent health professionals. (Sometimes had to scold me because they know what they know,) Not superficial.
My generous, giving family. All kinds of ways. Not superficial, no way, no how.
OK. Superficial back. Indulge.
So superficial. I’m tall (five foot eleven) and fairly (not scary) thin (125) so I can wear just about anything. In the real world kind of meaningless (there is real human suffering), not about preferred clothing. But I was truly depressed with those casts and those hospital beds (and the nasty hospital gowns) and no yoga pants or skinny jeans. Over a year felt like a long time and I know, I know. Be real. I have had a safety net, and probably about as good a one as it gets.
So superficial. With the contraptions I had to buy some wide leg jeans (still no yoga pants then) well how about it.
.I like them. And yoga pants and swimsuits and caps and goggles are back for me. Contraptions gone, goodbye. Won’t miss you. I do have a foot long surgical scar on my left knee, really skilled doctor and a little “ha ha” for me, showing off a darn good scar.
Autumn 2024.The trees are gorgeous red here and I can walk outside again and pretty soon lap swim at the fantastic YMCA with best three story pool windows and dry sauna. Even in December. And isn’t it a good thing to be lap swimming in that pool, healing knee, with the sundown on a December evening.
If lucky enough to have favorite things, that is lucky. All the indigo stuff here. And the wide leg jeans.
Because I left so quickly to Austin (again) a few years ago, some of my books are in storage now, most of all, I would never get rid of my several copies of The Great Gatsby. Some were gifts. And just read an interview with an author I like, Haruki Murakami, who professed his “unyielding love” for The Great Gatsby. I’m not too much fiction reader (journalism and social science mostly), but The Great Gatsby is no way superficial. It’s genius.
Oh gosh and it’s wanting to cause me to stream the Baz Luhrman with Carey Mulligan and Tobey Maguire.
Time to be a grown up, OK let’s go. Pay the bills, hang the laundry, clean the kitchen. Word Press support. Streaming will wait.
Dayna Finet 