In with Anesthesia Out with Flat

“Well, it looks as if we have a date!” My doctor proudly exclaimed as he entered the room. Sitting on his spinning stool he was very good at holding a poker face.  He then described what anesthesia he’d use and about the post-op medications and how I should keep my foot elevated. Oh lord, helpContinue reading “In with Anesthesia Out with Flat”

Time Slipping through Milk

Splitch. splotch. the milk dropped in my coffee like a cannon exploding into a waterfall. The morning was grey and held silent promises of household chores. This farm seems stuck very much in the pioneer days. The wind whistles across the thresh as I gingerly step in the kitchen grasping the day late newspaper.  Yes,Continue reading “Time Slipping through Milk”