Friday, January 2

 I walk around on fat feet,

Shuffling, shuffling

fingers numb,

tongue tingling,

tipsy, tipsy,

as if on drugs, 

because I am.

Rapidly flowing

thorough my body, 

until slowly,

they leach out.

Healing, helping

bringing new health, 

slowly harming,

killing cells,

damaging nerves

numbing fingers and toes, 

mind and memory.

As I fight on

looking for the end, 

waiting, watching

wondering,

When will this all be over?

Steve and I bring an old imac and a tower to the apple store to be recycled.  They have been hanging around the house for years, waiting for this day.  I am so glad to see them go.

We drive to Johnston to the landfill to leave some old plastic ride on toys to be recycled.  It is a beautifully clear day, but as I stop my car to ask someone where to bring the toys a strong wind kicks up sand and blows it toward the driver side of the car.  The man I am talking to turns just as it reaches us and gets a face full of sand, before I can warn him it is coming.  I wonder how many times a day this must happen to him.

It feels good to be free of these things, and inspires me to move forward with my straightening task.  The more I clean, the messier things get.  It is a losing battle.