My knee is feeling a lot better. Thank you for all your prayers. I have a feeling by tomorrow I’ll be able to walk again pain free to Anthropology class.
Lying in bed, feeling like Frida, I’ve found out that injuries can sometimes give you more…
Injuries give you more time to write. I’m still working on my short story The Postcard. Hopefully I can find an ending by the end of January.
Injuries give you more time to play music. I learned how to read tab so now I can work my way through new songs.
It’s like uncodeing a mystery with musical notes. I’m working on The Beatles’ Day Tripper.I like to watch my hands learn this new skill. Jesse was right when he said it’s an emotional release.
Injuries give you more time to read and create. I’ve read You Can Do It! and created a want-to-do-list with things on it like swim with manatees, learn guitar, write a book, and go sky diving.
I had time to curl my hair.
Injuries give you more time to watch movies. I’m getting into French films. It’s fun to listen for words that I grew up hearing in Tour, France as a little girl.
Lately, I’ve watched Amelie, A Very Long Engagement, Au Revior Les Enfants and Entre Nos. The first two were great directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet. I’d recommended them if you like reading your movies.. Entre Nos, a Spanish film, not so much.
A Very Long Engagement is my new favorite love story.
Even though injuries give you more time to do things, I’m looking forward to doing more things outside these four walls.
I’ve been really getting into gardening and growing plants.
This book, Don’t Throw it, Grow it, was easy to navigate with a lot of great ideas of how to take common kitchen scraps and turn them into new household plants. I’ve taken it’s advice and started growing an Avocado pit in a Shagnum moss bag. Fingers crossed.
I just started this book and I’ve really liked it. It’s a series of short stories by “Madam Missionary” who lives in Togo. Some are really funny and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Nana did a book review on this so it’s all marked up and underlined with her notes on the side. I like it. It’s like we’re reading the book together.
I just finished reading Kaffir Boy. It was sad at points when you see the poverty Mark grew up in. Overall I really liked the story and liked that it took place in Johannesburg, South Africa. It was such a different depiction of South Africa than I remember when I was there in the 90’s.
Even though it’s written at a 9th grade level this short read was really inspiring. It follows a boy through his struggle living in internment camps during the holocaust.
