oriented

For the first time since we left the vicinity of Pittsburg (I was born near there) on our way to the Buffalo area, where I was to have my son, I am oriented.

Alex let go of me on the way, and I was not lost but disoriented. I never got the hang of NSEW the entire time I was there, and that remained. In the Maryland area, in Tampa Bay and same when I moved back up here to PA. My life was a jumbled mess in a completely disorganized world.

My son cracked my back for me when he was last here–he often does, he always has to coax me because I am always afraid he wall break something–but generally it is to the good but THIS TIME, it was the final fix and I am comparatively out of pain. Comparatively. Don’t mind me if I stand up two days from now and talk about my right arm because it was completely dead numb for the last two days when I woke up and took about 15 minutes to come back. But, strange things happen as we age in this modern world.

But, I am geographically oriented. It’s just a feeling. I probably wouldn’t be able to give you directions anywhere but I can see the lay of the land and where I have been and NOT where I am going (but I am getting there.) Tipping my hat to the pandemic and all who are HARMED, I pray that it will be over SOON, I have not yet been personally, physically touched by it. My father has had it once, and friends have, but so far I have escaped harm. All I can do is keep moving forward with my own harm needs, I have gotten some good news this morning but I can only way for the rest of the day plays out. It is not morning but after 4 p.m. I was permitted to sleep the day away which is against normal household policy but I really needed it.

I can’t find out if the pandemic is still charging on or dying down, my news on the computer is strictly curtailed and I don’t have a t.v., why bother? Everything interesting will be redirected away from me.

So, I am getting up and moving for the last week. Starting by eating regular and nourishing meals.

So, all I can do is keep praying.