April the 11th

Trying to type tonight with my left hand.  My grandson and I went for a nice walk this morning.  He lasted a full 1.5 miles-before breakfast.  Such a trooper.  I did my best one-handed to help my daughter warp a loom for inkle weaving.  Turns out I forgot how to, but we figured it out.  And I went to see the occupational therapist today.  There is no way to tell how long an injury like this will take to heal.  I want it to all be better now.

Today my happy things are hearing from old friends and listening to my grandson sing.

Gideon on our walk.

The river and dam.