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The political silly season is upon us again, and partisans on both sides are getting more strident in their posts and comments.  I have resigned from the discourse.  My mind is made up and I need no further rhetoric.  With me, it is easier to thread a camel through a needle than it is to refrain from politics, and comment on religion, to use a religious metaphor.

Well, there is the weather.  In Texas, we have gone from an unbearably hot summer to a miserably hot Autumn. But recent rains have broken the drought, and the verdant weeds on my one acre of paradise are mocking me, daring me to mow them down.  They will soon be abused of that insolence.  No, really.  Soon.  Maybe in the next day or two.  Maybe three.

Ill health is another.  Quite frankly, I am feeling much better than I did for the preceding five years.  So good that the cardiologist is sending me to cardiac rehab, where they put you on an exercise machine and try to kill you.  If they fail to do that, the next time they speed the machine up.

Snookums had both mini-strokes and a major stroke and is on the long road to recovery.  A speech therapist has been working with her, and now she is reading some, and seems to be much better at complex tasks.  Monday, she goes in for a full cognitive assessment that will take four hours.  I am anxious about that.

But her recovery from the point she left the hospital until now has been remarkable.  I admit that the day I brought her home, I was so discouraged.  She constantly inquired about things that she asked just moments earlier.  She could only hold about five words in her mind.  I wasn’t sure that she was going to improve.  The speech therapist got her to reading her Kindle again, and how to enlarge the type and turn it to landscape mode.  Snooks hates the work she must do, but I see small improvement after each session.  So perhaps she will be moved back from senility to functioning. 

This week I think my niece and her are going to try and make challah bread for Shabbat.  Snooks was doing that when she had her stroke and ended up crying with burned fingers and burned bread.  She went to the hospital later.  If this works, it will be a milestone in her recovery.

And the days go by in my geezerhood.  Once you earn the title of geezer, there is only one title left to earn. RIP.

So as I consider my lack of better alternatives and relearn to write again, I bid you a pleasant good morning.

6 thoughts on “Re-awakening

    The Hinoeuma said:
    September 22, 2022 at 11:52 am

    Nice to hear of the improvements!

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    Rivergirl said:
    September 22, 2022 at 1:36 pm

    That’s wonderful news. Slow and steady is the key to stroke recovery….

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    Lia Storm said:
    September 23, 2022 at 6:25 pm

    I think that we all reach a certain age where we know what we believe and how we feel about all things politics and religion and realize there is no point in arguing over it. I am there now. I don’t even bother with it. In the end there is ONE that decides the fate of the world and all the politics and religion can’t change what is to be.
    I had to see a cardiologist this past week and now they have me scheduled for all kinds of tests just to try to kill me too, but they don’t know who they are dealing with!! I feel better than I have in years so bring it on I say !
    I think your lady is making good progress. And I am glad you are not as discouraged over things. It is a slow recovery from a stroke, but she will come back as much as she can with the help of those who love her including her GEEZER. Hey where that title proudly. I happen to like old geezers 😊

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    Lia Storm said:
    September 23, 2022 at 6:26 pm

    I meant WEAR, not WHERE. UGH, they need an edit button here….


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