|Friends come in all ages...|
|Our beloved cowboy Rabbi Shmuel Oppenheim|
|These dear ones always took special care of me|
Just as we were heading south, the government shutdown took effect, closing national parks and access to public lands. The workers were to stand down and so too the volunteers. We were so blessed, however, that people knew us and told us we could come on in and park, but not work, until the shutdown was over. Meanwhile, I began the medical tests and preps for my back surgery, and we were wrapped once more in the love of welcoming family and friends.
Some folks wonder about the loneliness and lack of roots for people living like we do, but as you can see, we are abundantly loved and we sink roots all along the way. The key? Loving others, being vulnerable and open and interested... simply giving of yourself and being willing to receive others as they are.
|Larry Berk in the gym doing Physical Therapy|
Under the new health care laws, I was forced to leave the hospital (at midnight!) and sent by ambulance to a convalescent home after only three days. I had not been bathed at the hospital, and no one had tried to mitigate the rat's nest my long hair had become. Movement, for me, was almost impossible and the pain was intense since they could not give IV meds or shots at the convalescent home.
|My Angel of Mercy and I on the day I went home|
|Therapists worked wonders for me|
|Curtis and Richard the day we left Lake Meade|
I will stop here and continue the saga in a day or so, bringing you up to date as we head for Vermont...