In another body. Thos one is recovering from shoulder surgery on Friday. Groggy, one-armed pain. Hope you're all in better spots that I can live vicariously through.
If I could take the people I'm with today with me, I'd probably choose to be on a little boat off the coast of Alaska. Wearing an oversized raincoat, with some thick gray clouds overhead and porpoises jumping in the wake.
I'd love to be in my home town, Sandwich, Ma so I could check in with my sister who is recovering from a knee replacement! And I love winter beach walks.
Ah...this one is easy: Montana, on my uncle's ranch. He died many years ago, but left me a part of the ranch and a cabin. The cabin burned in a forest fire a few years ago, but was rebuilt better than before. It's quiet, snowy and absolutely beautiful. Very conducive to creating. I love cold weather -- I know, it's crazy, but I do.
For all those recovering from join injuries: I sympathize! Been there, never want to be there again. Good healing.
That picture could be sunrise at the beach not far from where I grew up.
It's Monday. Heckle is having his birthday and it's his first day of summer holidays (Jeckle still has 7 more school days to go). So Heckle and I are going to have the day together. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Steve, here's to strong painkillers and a speedy recovery (although, Janet, while Steve's not in top form, maybe this is your chance...*wink*)
I know that it is not a Florida beach, there aren't any people on it.
Steve pay attention to you physical therapists, they can get you going again pretty quickly. Beware of strong painkillers, they hide it when you do something stoopid.
Where I'd like to be: stood in front of a working teleportation device. These days, with two small kids, the destinations are always great but what puts me off are the journeys. So. Much. Screaming.
Steve: hope you recover well and are back to fully fortified strength asap!
I grew up in Canada, with all that implies about winter - the joy at early snow, the impatience with spring thaw. Cold weather is part of my identity.
Now I live in the tropics, just north of the equator. Every day, all year, has ~12 hours of daylight. The temperature rarely drops below 26c (about 79f). The leaves never change.
I haven't had a cold Christmas in 15 years, even longer since I've had a white Christmas.
If I could go anywhere right now, I'd go to Munich, Frankfurt, Vienna or one of the other European cities that have nice Christmas markets and snow, in the mountains at least. I'd listen to a choir surrounded by candles in a church singing in a language I don't even understand.
I went to get my shoulder fixed. Doc said, "I repair shoulders for a living, but yours it torn too much. I won't do it."
So enjoy the pain because on the other side of that pain is a better shoulder. You'll probably be able to type an additional twelve words a minute. Nano will be a breeze for you by next November. You'll be quicker to thwart Janet on Saturday mornings. And you'll be able to dunk again. (Donuts, I mean, into your coffee. What'd you think I meant?)
It all gets back to that POV Janet was talking about earlier.
Stephen G Parks Your comment made me sad! I've lived in Michigan all my life, right in the snow belt portion that gets all the abominable snow. As much as I complain about it, I don't think I could do a Christmas or winter without it. So I understand the wistful nature of your post and wish you a white Christmas and all that goes with it, somehow. Maybe not this year, but soon.
I've traveled enough to know that when I get wistful (great word!) like this, the thing I desire will never be as satisfying as I imagine. Enjoy your Michigan Christmas.
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In another body. Thos one is recovering from shoulder surgery on Friday. Groggy, one-armed pain. Hope you're all in better spots that I can live vicariously through.
If I could take the people I'm with today with me, I'd probably choose to be on a little boat off the coast of Alaska. Wearing an oversized raincoat, with some thick gray clouds overhead and porpoises jumping in the wake.
I'd love to be in my home town, Sandwich, Ma so I could check in with my sister who is recovering from a knee replacement!
And I love winter beach walks.
And Steve, hope your shoulder heals soon.
Florence, Italy (if it doesn't have snow). If it does then somewhere further south in Italy.
Speedy recovery, Steve.
Hope you heal soon, Steve! If I could go to Montreaux, Switerland today, I would. But perhaps I should wait for warmer weather...
Oh, Steve, rotator cuff? Ouch. Hope you heal soon.
Hawaii - I've been to 49 of the 50 states. It's ruining my perfect record.
Steve - hope you heal quickly.
Ah...this one is easy: Montana, on my uncle's ranch. He died many years ago, but left me a part of the ranch and a cabin. The cabin burned in a forest fire a few years ago, but was rebuilt better than before. It's quiet, snowy and absolutely beautiful. Very conducive to creating. I love cold weather -- I know, it's crazy, but I do.
For all those recovering from join injuries: I sympathize! Been there, never want to be there again. Good healing.
That picture could be sunrise at the beach not far from where I grew up.
It's Monday. Heckle is having his birthday and it's his first day of summer holidays (Jeckle still has 7 more school days to go). So Heckle and I are going to have the day together. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Steve, here's to strong painkillers and a speedy recovery (although, Janet, while Steve's not in top form, maybe this is your chance...*wink*)
I know that it is not a Florida beach, there aren't any people on it.
Steve pay attention to you physical therapists, they can get you going again pretty quickly. Beware of strong painkillers, they hide it when you do something stoopid.
I'd like to be under the sea, in an octopus' garden in the shade...
PS: Janet, this might be a singularly opportune opportunity to thwart your foe(rti). Grab it, quick, before the painkillers wear off!
What a gorgeous shot! Thanks to whoever shared it.
I don't want to be elsewhere at the moment, but I've never had the travel bug. My little introverted self is quite content with vicarious travel.
Steve, hope you heal quickly!!
Where I'd like to be: stood in front of a working teleportation device. These days, with two small kids, the destinations are always great but what puts me off are the journeys. So. Much. Screaming.
Steve: hope you recover well and are back to fully fortified strength asap!
I grew up in Canada, with all that implies about winter - the joy at early snow, the impatience with spring thaw. Cold weather is part of my identity.
Now I live in the tropics, just north of the equator. Every day, all year, has ~12 hours of daylight. The temperature rarely drops below 26c (about 79f). The leaves never change.
I haven't had a cold Christmas in 15 years, even longer since I've had a white Christmas.
If I could go anywhere right now, I'd go to Munich, Frankfurt, Vienna or one of the other European cities that have nice Christmas markets and snow, in the mountains at least. I'd listen to a choir surrounded by candles in a church singing in a language I don't even understand.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
Steve, I'm jealous of your pain.
I went to get my shoulder fixed. Doc said, "I repair shoulders for a living, but yours it torn too much. I won't do it."
So enjoy the pain because on the other side of that pain is a better shoulder. You'll probably be able to type an additional twelve words a minute. Nano will be a breeze for you by next November. You'll be quicker to thwart Janet on Saturday mornings. And you'll be able to dunk again. (Donuts, I mean, into your coffee. What'd you think I meant?)
It all gets back to that POV Janet was talking about earlier.
Have a great week, all. Keep writing.
Also, I have no idea where that picture is from, so I'll go with Lake Ontario. Because who would be on that beach right now, right.
Thanks for the well wishes all. You rock
Stephen G Parks Your comment made me sad! I've lived in Michigan all my life, right in the snow belt portion that gets all the abominable snow. As much as I complain about it, I don't think I could do a Christmas or winter without it. So I understand the wistful nature of your post and wish you a white Christmas and all that goes with it, somehow. Maybe not this year, but soon.
On a tropical beach. And that’s where I will be each of the next three days.
Hey NightMusic thanks for your wishes.
I've traveled enough to know that when I get wistful (great word!) like this, the thing I desire will never be as satisfying as I imagine. Enjoy your Michigan Christmas.
I'm currently at the Day Job.
Where I'd rather be: In my attorney's office working out the Family Trust details for my multi-million Lotto win.
(No, I did not win Lotto. Sorry.)
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