Last morning for the LiveWires to be here and T wanted to learn how to knit. She made excellent progress in the short time we had.
This afternoon I had repeat steroid injections in both ankles. The last ones I had were last February and they lasted many months giving me pain free ankles. Here’s hoping these do too.
It’s still very early in this new year of 2019 so here is another appropriate poem for you.
The Year – Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.