Day: April 4, 2017

To the Edge


I managed to walk. To the edge. Of the lawn. Where the fence is. The dogs were excited. Then, they were disappointed because that was it. To the edge and back. Very, very slowly. But, guess what? Almost no pain. And, my hamstrings stayed fairly flexible. That’s really the key to moving about. A little. Thank you for all your concern. As I write this, I realize that the tension that has been living in my lower back is not there this morning. My back feels kind of peaceful. You know, the way you feel when you’ve been through an ordeal. That doesn’t mean I’m going back on the streets. Our streets are a mess. And, I don’t think the scrum that is the crowd does me much good. I’m not sure it does anybody any good. One more thing. To those of you who only come to Storyteller via Facebook, thank you too. I grew up with a couple of you. Literally. Down the street. Across the street. You don’t know how much that means …