A Week of Freedom

Last Sunday seemed like my last day of freedom for a while. There was school the rest of the week, and tomorrow, Friday, I’m having surgery on a foot that has been malfunctioning for some years.

Several years ago fractured my foot but, believing it was only sprained because I could walk on it, I did not seek care. Since then it’s been like driving Ford Pinto with the left turn signal on — any little ding caused it to explode. watching to a job that has me on my feet for eight hours a day was the ding that broke the ankle for the last time.

So Sunday, I headed over to Saratoga to my favorite used bookstore to look for some fun additions to my classroom library. I had a little lunch and cleaned out my car. I texted a friend to see if she could see visitors but, knowing she was not well, quickly updated my plans to include making a card for her.

It’s anti-climactic to go into the winter break, knowing staycation will be spent in a motorized scooter. The only projects will be literary and academic items that have been on the back burner for far too long. There will be time to hang out with Thing2. And the more I think of it, the more the enforced downtime seems like a week of freedom.

5 thoughts on “A Week of Freedom

  1. I am always a little in awe of your posts…and your life. I understand what you mean about a week of freedom, when everything is just taken out of your hands. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for sharing your life and art with us.

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