Spring, and "meteorological" summer (bah) have yielded precious little sunshine.
It rained this morning as I came back from work.
But I looked up from lunch and saw sunshine.
Time to impart a bit of wisdom to another generation.
How the windows shine.
I was thinking about a previous encounter with elbow grease.
Five years ago I was felled by that massive stroke,
but delivered to the hospital in time to be clot busted.
When I regained consciousness an arrogant little nurse demanded the name of the round thing on the wall, and the little thing on her wrist. I could not find the words.
Every time she woke me, the same questions.
I couldn't locate their names.
Many times later I said "If you'd tell me, then I'd know, wouldn't I!"
Before I fell into the void again I struggled and struggled for the one on the wall.
It came and went and came and went.
I woke up to it coming and going.
She caught me on the upcycle.
I made my daughter bring me a notebook and pencil.
Every noun I remembered that week went in the book.
Words the doctors said went in the book.
I wrote "red" and drew a shoe.
Someone brought back my red sneakers and put them on the windowsill.
People came in and evaluated me constantly.
The last day the speech therapist came in, and there was a test in pronunciation and definitions.
The last word I had to define: elbow grease.
The next day I went home.