The Left Hand of Existence

 On Sunday, after our last meeting of our unofficial book club to read The Left Hand of Darkness, I took advantage of the fact that I was already on flat ground to go for a walk. Truthfully, there are days when I fear that I am losing the ability to walk. I just went through another battery of bloodwork, and it was, per usual, inconclusive. My neurologist, who is bright as hell and dedicated and hard-working, is clearly flummoxed (and if he can't figure it out I don't know who will). I'm discouraged, but I don't know what to do other than to grind on, doing the best I can. With that in mind, I've decided to try and walk as much as I can (in addition to my usual regimen of working out and swimming), even though it is exhausting and painful. I don't know if I think the extra walking will help, or I'm just enjoying the activity while it's still an option.

Curtis Pond is right above the Maple Corners store. During the flooding a couple summers back there was fear that the dam would give way and flood the area. Happily, they built the new dam before the next wave of generational/weekly weather anomalies. 

This dirt road, skirting the pond, is the first place where Janet and I went for a walk a few years ago, although it was winter and cold as hell. Janet is infinitely supportive, but I feel bad that we got together just as my health was collapsing. In some ways I feel that she got a raw deal, although she doesn't see that way.