Wednesday, Here is How I Remember It

 

First Our Lovelies: 

 

 

Zeke is my daughter's three-legged Shepard that a local RVcompany paid for his surgery. He's on Instagram as ezekialsblessings

 

Natasha in the Iris Field, May 2026

This is the time when wild Irises to bloom, and the time for daughter and hubby to celebrate their anniversary. My Daughter's fiance' had picked eight small bouquets of irises for their wedding, to celebrate the eight years they had been together. They were married in the circle of them. Now they have an entire field. Isn't that romantic?

Wednesday:

I sat in the car this midday at the hospital entrance waiting for my husband to be rolled out—in a wheelchair, not in a carpet like Cleopatra.  

I watched people in varying stages of walking, some with a cane, some with a walker, some gingerly stepping, and a young girl striding, with great posture and seemingly free.

Sigh.

Three days ago, I opened the inside door from the house into the garage and found my husband sprawled on the floor. The dogs alerted me. It was 11:30, and my husband had just taken out the garbage and tripped coming back into the garage. “Did you fall?” I stupidly asked as though he would take a siesta on the floor. But he didn’t seem to be in any pain except that he couldn’t move one leg.

Bottom line: broken hip.

Surgery the next day, a pin in his hip, walking the next. Home today. I would never have gotten him into the house without my daughter’s help, and a piece of plywood for a ramp to get the wheelchair up the 6 inches into the house. This evening, he is so weak he can't stand and can barely move.

The hospital did good, kept him happy as a clam (how happy can clams be?), and fixed him up. And while there, he acted as though he could leap small buildings in a single bound, but tonight, oh tonight, he can barely move. Hum, they sent him home for me to do the dirty work. Thank you very much.

Yesterday I was bummed and didn’t blog, so this is Wednesday, and this was one thing that hurt my heart yesterday.  Can you believe the President of the United States posted this? I am totally insulted.

 

 (Good ole AI.)

There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.

--Isaac Asimov

Here is as I remember the Washington Memorial. 1963 Civil Rights protest.

 

 I believe you are one of the good guys.

Jo