Walking Spirit

Well, as I sit here on my bed, the wounds on my legs exposed to the air, I find myself amazed at how prayer really does help. The wounds are healing at a much more rapid pace than they were a week ago. I'm still concerned that they may not be completely healed by Tuesday but there is a strong chance that they will be. So, please join me in some super focused prayer to whatever deity you may believe in that the remaining abrasions on my left leg heal by Tuesday. If so I may finally be able to stand up and give my rear end some relief!

I never had much of a butt to begin with and I'm afraid that it will be flat as a pancake now. Really folks, there's nothing there so don't let me catch you looking when next we meet! Sorry, I'm not sure how that request for prayer turned into a dissertation on my rear end, or lack there of. I promise the rest will be more appropriate so read on!

They took the stitches out of my hand last Friday and the doctor said it was healing up nicely. He gave me permission to begin using my hand more and said that I could bear weight on my wrist again after this week. What this means is that, come Monday, it'll be alright. (hey, that kinda sounds like a line from a song) It will be nice to be able to move myself around the house on my own again. Mom and Dad are great stand ins for my right arm but I think Madeline is getting a little tired of me distracting them from her.

I made my first attempt at leaving town this past weekend. My friend Jason and his wife Michelle (also a friend) kidnapped me and took me to their home in Corydon to spend Saturday night and attend their daughter's baptism on Sunday. This is quite fitting as without me they would not have met and therefore owe their children's lives to me. Michelle pointed this out over
the weekend and I tried to dodge taking the credit but they would have none of it! I still maintain that their love for one another would have found a way with or without my assistance. Anyway, the trip went well and I think it was very good for me to get out into the world a little bit more. Corydon may not be a booming metropolis but it was a good start.

That's pretty much all I can think of at this point. Hopefully, I'll have some more good news for all of you next week. Oh, since this event in my life has made how small the world really is so clear; Jimmy Buffet, if you read this, I'm sorry for using a line from your song. Doris Young, if you read this, (and I know you do) please excuse all of the grammatical errors. My generation seems to have rewritten all of the rules when it comes to grammar anyway. To all, thanks again and have a great week!