"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Sunday, November 06, 2011

Auto Lurking

I haven't had the urge to blog for awhile now... but I have been coming here, lurking about my own blog for several days now.
This to catch up on my the doings of the people of my blog list (I guess that would be in newspeak my blog peeps).
Although not in a blogging mood, an executive blogging mood, I'm enjoying catching up with those who are cheerfully posting away. There some of my favorite bloggers who also seem to be having a time off ... a long while between posts for them also.

Today marks the second month since my surgery. I'm starting to feel human, slightly, again. Or maybe the term shoud be normal, whatever THAT is, as human can aptly describe the highly fragilised state I've been slogging through.
Post-op, even the excellent ones like mine, basically

So, 2 months and 14 kg returned to the Cosmos, or Gaia, or who/whatever needs it most at this moment.
I'm having more energy now, more mobility... so now I'm actually starting to get a happy feeling about it.
And fitting back into some of my old clothes. Yippee!

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