Back to Back

I’m late writing Fellow Human this week. Ten days ago, I tweaked my back playing my first and last game of Pickleball. This past Friday night, the muscles seized up again and knocked me for a loop (as my mom would say), making it hard to focus on anything other than breathing. I’ve been here before with my back, so I know that soon enough I’ll feel like myself again. Until then, it’s patience, Epsom Salts, ice, heat, long careful walks, and gentle exercises to get my core strength back. It’s a drag.

            Instead of writing (and whining) I thought I’d send a few photos I’ve taken recently. I particularly like the sign we found on the electric pole in front of our house. The little boys down the street who sold us a gorgeous Abalone shell a few weeks ago are the creators of this sign. I love their entrepreneurial spirit. Unfortunately, they’re learning about limited demand right now. It hasn’t rained for a couple of months. There’s not much grass to mow. Seems patience is the name of the game in lots of ways these days. ‘til next week. Have a good one.

One of Brent’s roses

Hydrangea at dusk

This little boy was listening to a concert in the park. Summer personified.