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55 - Thanksgiving Indians


In a seasonal spirit, my husband and I
gave a local buffet a try.
Tandoori turkey, biryani and daal...
everything was delicious. We tried it all!

Later, as we considered the day,
we saw we'd behaved quite the wrong way.
We ate like Indians, this is true,
but the wrong continent, and wrong era, too!













We didn't feel like fighting the cat for the turkey this year, so we went to the Thanksgiving buffet at Kiran's.  Any day is a good day for Indian food!

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Thursday Thirteen - Things I'm Thankful For

I don't usually play Thursday Thirteen, but Alice Audrey inspired me, and today is, after all, a day for counting one's blessings. Here are thirteen of mine:

  1. I like my job and feel challenged in a good way.
  2. I'm able to give opportunities to colleagues who might not have had them otherwise. 
  3. I have enough money. More would be helpful, but it's enough.
  4. I have a cute home in a pleasant community where I know (and like) my neighbors, and have no work commute.
  5. I'm healthy and mobile, in spite of recent setbacks. If I play this right, I'll return to dancing and running as a fitter, stronger person.
  6. I have a broad variety of competencies. I'm beginning to think this is more useful than being a standout talent, even though it's not as sexy.
  7. I have family, spouse and friends who respect my need for down time.
  8. I have plenty of stuff. More than I need, actually. Anyone want some stuff?
  9. I've lived long enough to see the bigger picture.
  10. I've let things go that needed to be let go.
  11. I've reconnected where I should've long ago, and it wasn't scary.
  12. What I thought were setbacks turned out to be opportunities.
  13. Life consistently gives me more than I ask for, less than I want, and always exactly what I need.

This was written for Thursday Thirteen.

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Black Box

I am curious to know
what happens on the inside.
Are we busy
making progress,
or are we lacking,
going backwards?
Is there something that we need?

Though I watch with wary eyes,
I see no clues.
Pictures avail me nothing,
and the card I draw is blank.
Healing is inevitable,
but I want it fixed today.

I dare not hold my breath
or count the minutes.
Scratches on a calendar
only whet my appetite:
today, tomorrow, next week...

So I sit here, still in ignorance,
(wishing, guessing, hoping),
curiosity left unsatisfied
about what goes on inside.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.

55 - Fashionista

There's nothing like an injury to ruin one's look. It isn't stylish to hobble, and orthopedic boots match nothing in a well-dressed woman's closet. The medical profession is abysmally focused on practicality, with no thought for a style-conscious lady's vanity. If one must purchase new accessories, need they be ugly?

What's a fashionista to do?













NOTE: I ordered this cane from fashionablecanes.com. My first follow-up with the orthopedist is next week. Got my fingers crossed that my foot is healing on schedule. Some days are great, and other times it's hard to tell.


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Haiku: Broken Bones


I took a Sharpie
and drew an x where the bone broke.
I'm such a geek.

 Note: This isn't as illogical as it sounds. I've started doing e-stim and need to know where to place the electrodes. It looks funny, though, to have a big black X on my foot.

Disability

You get a new perspective
when you're not getting around so well.
Each outing is a dance
on a razor's edge of danger.
Stairs turn into mountains,
puddles become lakes,
each little patch of soft ground
is a marsh that can capture
a boot or the tip of a cane.

Things that were easy
now leave me befuddled:
doors,
curbs,
shopping baskets,
all require a new approach,
or at least a little thought.

Children now terrify me,
with their lanky, darting movements,
and murky understanding
of other people's needs.
Adults are little better
as they race through their errands,
too hurried to see,
too rushed to care,
whether drunk on whiskey
(or themselves)
I do not know.

So I'm glad enough
to isolate at home,
where I remove the painful
torture-boot
that is supposed to help
but only hurts.
Here I can surround myself
with silky softness,
take a deep breath,
wipe my hand across my mouth,
and shake my head in amazement
of how thoughtless the world is,
how thoughtless I was,
and I plot how to make
our society
a kinder
place.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl. I meant to write this as a prose essay, but caught myself getting pedantic. No matter how observant you think you are, being disabled, even temporarily, makes you see every space and every interaction in a whole new way. I am fortunate to have the type of job where I can take some immediate action and maybe help someone who is also struggling with doors, blind corners, and how they're supposed to get across a big college campus when they can barely get from their bed to the bathroom. I have gone from ballerina to crusader!

55 - Gratitude


It's the little victories that make my day:

  • fitting a shoe on my broken foot
  • the first deep rush of air into my lungs as I begin to exercise again.

Sometimes I wish I was a Hindu because singing the praises of just one god feels inadequate. I want to thank a pantheon.












NOTE: I'm still coping pretty well, for someone who went from 60 to zero in an instant. Coping better than I ever imagined I would, actually. Not sure what I'm talking about? Check out last week's 55.

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Ballerina Down


This was how I imagined myself:













we all have fantasies

I did my first double pirouette,
and I was the only one
to easily execute 
the new sequence:
pas de bourrée,
chassé (twice),
pas jeté en arrière.

But it was that side jeté
point your toes
that did me in.

One wrong landing
turns graceful ballerina
into hunched lady with a cane.

Note: Full recovery estimated at twelve weeks. I can do non-weight bearing activities anytime it doesn't hurt.

This was written for Magpie Tales.

To Fight Time


It is easy when you're young
to say that you'll accept
the passage of the years
with grace and dignity.
You'll take it in your stride, 
(of course)
the way you wear your youth
with nonchalant pride,
humming through your days
with no more care
than a butterfly.

Reality is something else again,
and though you faithfully navigate
Sephora's aisles
seeking an instant cure,
nothing in a bottle gains you
what you seek.
And though you drill a little deeper
through forums and estheticians' wiles,
at best you stop the clock
for a little while.
Nothing takes you back.

So do you buckle on your armor
and fight this losing war,
or surrender early,
to forever wonder
if you missed
that final chance?

Nourish your needy soul
while you still can,
lest late-night visions
of who you were
creep out in the dark
and devour you.


This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

55 - Boots


Whether high heels or low,
made for ankle or calf,
all people know
they're too stylish by half.

They protect dainty feet
in all kinds of weather.
They look a la mode
in rubber, vinyl or leather.

Yes, boots can be fashionable.
Boots can be fun!
And most boots are stylish,
but not...this one.












Note:  Avulsion fracture of the fifth metatarsal, also known as a "dancer's fracture."  Recovery time, 8-12 weeks, although transition out of the boot can begin at two weeks. That's 12 more days.

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Self-Imposed


Edge of madness,
edge of life,
infinite need,
stronger than any guidance
from your heart.

first impressions are correct

From dire impulse
and bottomless desire
you have made
a fine creation
with cardboard,
paste,
and glitter,
precise in all calculations
except the one that measures
the distance
of your heart
from your soul.

you cannot seek on the outside
what emits from within

Each new hit of validation
leaves you hungrier than before,
but you cannot stop;
the rhythm of this dance must go on,
even though late at night
the whisperings of invisible angels
remind you of what you cannot be.

Turn away and laugh.
Affix your mask just so.
Too many omissions leave us blind,
so kneel and pray
for salvation
from yourself.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.