I fear that it is only a matter of time
January 13, 2021
If I can hang on just a little longer, like magic it will be gone. My fears will vanish, and I’ll be able to stand proudly upright once again.
In the meantime I’m terrified. I’m of an age that any day could be my last.
As careful as I try to be I still slip up occasionally. Literally.
And then I fall down.
For 60 days I chased the dogs up hill and through dale, a loaded shotgun in my hands, safely navigating the uneven terrain. On the 61st I got my comeuppance. Following pheasant tracks in a skiff of snow, my feet flew out from under me and I went ass-over- teakettle before I knew wh...