healing

I have never concentrated so hard on walking.  The brace is off as of today.  My shrimpy little leg with the still swollen knee is free like a wobbly newborn calf.  Walking from the hotel to CVS, from the Kennedy Center to Georgetown, I almost yell down at my leg, “CONCENTRATE!”  Left, right, left, right, heel, toe, NO LIMPING.  Relearning to walk is grating my patience. ______ My time in DC is creeping to a close.  I’ve got a list of things to eat, see, watch, and read.  I’ve written down a few items to take back to Armenia.  I’ve…

a bit uprooted

Here I am, currently alive in the land of the free and the home of the chili dog, and I haven’t posted a stitch in two weeks.  This is not because I don’t have the time.  I have plenty of time.  This is because I am lost in the swirl, I think.  This has happened to me a few times (example). I think I didn’t quite understand that when I came to the US for surgery, I came for SURGERY.  Knock you off your feet, heavy meds and lots of bed SURGERY.  For some reason I had it in mind…

the hobble goblin is alive and well and eating cupcakes

I am on drugs.  It’s 4 am; I’m in my hotel room.  I am Kerouac or Ginsberg or some other guy famous for stealing the early morning hours and trying to swim the drug haze with a snorkel and a Macbook, set up to catch the ideas that swim like so many fish around my swirly mind. In truth, I can’t sleep because of the knee pain, and I can’t think very straight because of the Percocet.  I don’t mind these morning hours.  It’s currently early afternoon in my other motherland, that sweet, sweet Armenia.  I’m hoping to catch a…