day forty three: saying goodbye

Domesticated duck. Place:Hyogo-ken Japan
Image via Wikipedia

I never thought to use the words “pet” and “duck” in the same breath until you became a part of our lives. If anyone had told me two years ago that a duck could make a good house pet I would’ve laughed.  You were s “house duck” because your legs, twisted with avian gout made it impossible for you to forage for food like an average duck would. So we named you Fergie after Sarah Ferguson the Duchess of York. I have always admired her and I  thought you needed a strong name to live up to in spite of your difficulties. Guess what? It worked you eventually were strong enough to fly out of moms grip several times. You were our super duck and I will miss you.

day forty:same song second verse

Image by Robby Ryke (Back from Mexico!) via Flickr

Tomorrow I go into the hospital for surgery, out patient surgery this time thank goodness.  This means I should will be home before six in the evening. It’s only removing an extra long screw which  has been causing me grief , the rest od the metal gets to stay put as structural reinforcements. They really did put me back together better than I was before.

day thirty nine: it’s almost here, maybe, Spring that is

Maroon spotted yellow Orchids
Image by Swamibu via Flickr

Spring is just around the corner or so they tell me.  It is hard to believe  some mornings but I hold out hope that they may be right.  For me that means getting the bike out of the garage again and doing battle with the hill my driveway is on and an overprotective parent who seems to have an objection every time I want to do something remotely physical since I broke my legs in September .  Sometimes I wonder how old I will have to be before people stop second-guessing me and the choices I make.  Considering my age now and the fact that it still happens on a regular basis I doubt it will be any time soon.  Such is my life.Well they can’t keep me in bubble wrap forever.