Samhain Moon of the First Snow
The days bounce from warm to cold, dry to wet. Today it’s 65 here and sunny. 60 tomorrow, then 50, then 34. Nighttime lows begin to head into the 20’s. These blue sky warm days are glorious, a salute to the spirit.
P.T. today, winding down. Only two more sessions. My flare up that began after the reunion in late September has waned. Tincture of time, yes, but also Dana’s deep muscle work and the 45 minutes to an hour of daily exercises and traction. This is palliative, remedial stuff, but it does have the promise of slowing, limiting further degeneration. Makes it worth the time and the slight pain.
Well. Paul Bunyan I’m not. I hung another lodgepole, this time in an aspen. It was my second tree of the afternoon and it fell slightly further to the left than I intended. I’ve cut it down twice, but it’s still stuck. A jerry-rigged rope around a hand weeding hoe helped me get it about halfway down, but after many, many tugs with the rope around my waist, the pine was stubborn. If only I had Babe. Easy peasey.
Tomorrow.
Now to my p.t. exercises to fend off pain from the afternoon’s work.
