Mood: pensive..............

Lacy is curled at my feet in the studio, as is her routine in late afternoon.  I look down at her as she smacks her lips while dreaming. Of what, I can only imagine, reminding me that soon she'll want dinner.  My eyes move over to my right foot still covered in a bandage to keep the golf-ball size swelling at bay, though it doesn't do much for the throbbing.  My ankle injury has lasted for two weeks now and gone from basketball, to bocce ball, to baseball sized swelling.   We travelled to Florida the beginning of March because New York's angry chill drove us from where the snow and ice remained defiantly covering the surface of the property, to seek out a less harsh climate.   Lacy and I would take our walks back home, with little baby steps, gingerly.....cautiously. Maybe, with a bit of a stumble on a hidden rock now and then but no major mishaps for either of our old bodies. 

But it's in Florida, on my brisk power walk to the gym,  where I take a clumsy step into an unseen hole at the edge of the sidewalk. It's here, at the immaculately kept complex of my brother in law and sister-in-law where we will be staying for a week,  where I crash down to the pavement and wrench my ankle, not on my treacherous, ice covered stepping stones at home.  Had I turned around and gone back and iced it instead of insisting that I was fine, and continuing on to the gym to do my 45 minute workout..... Well, I suppose the results of the fall would have been the same no matter what I did.   So my "vacation" was spent hobbling on crutches yet I was still hell bent on wearing my Vivian Westwood Heart pumps at our friend's son's wedding three days away. 

That, of course, was not to be and one shoe had to suffice, no matter how un-chic my other foot looked.... which resembled a bound baked potato.  We did make it to the beach one day and I'm almost through crocheting my soon to be grandson's sweater...... I finished  "The Art of Racing in the Rain", (when else would I ever sit long enough to actually read a book!!)

I guess some good comes out of all calamity.  I've no business complaining at all after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan so I won't.  Such disasters only put puny things in perspective, while we search through newspapers and internet postings of the tragedy, trying to wrap our minds around the colossal inhumanity of it all.

Or maybe, hoping to find a tidbit of humanity amid the rubble and mud..... a rescue after 9 days trapped under rubble, the joyous tears of a daughter reunited with her mother.........my heart breaks for the people and my heart breaks for the lost animals-- http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110316/ts_yblog_thelookout/dog-in-japan-stays-by-the-side-of-its-ailing-friend-in-the-rubble
Just so I am continually reminded why I love dogs so much.  And why a sprained ankle and Vivian Westwood Heart pumps are so meaningless in the grand scheme of things.  Peace.