Just back from the orthopedic doctor with a clean bill of health for my sciatica. He suggested I start cutting the anti-inflammatory I'm taking daily in half to wean myself from them. Every other time I've tried, I get a week into the weaning process and the sciatica starts to flare up again. I'm hoping that this time it's been long enough to keep the damned thing in check. Could be I'm a weanie? Al would say yes to that, but spell it differently. :-)
Also asked him about my left leg being shorter than the right. He remembered from the spinal X-ray he took that I have a slight curvature of the spine, a spinal obliquity he called it, that makes it appear that one leg is shorter than the other. Magic in every place we look. At least both feet reach the ground.
This afternoon I'll trundle my way up to the Rocky Ridge Music Camp in Estes Park to hear Louis play a solo on his viola. Unfortunately, we just found out about the solo yesterday, and Kath has an appointment and won't be able to go. I am looking forward to hearing Louis and the drive up there.
Once I pass Lyons, the drive is up the canyon that holds the south fork of the Poudre River, and it is beautiful. Just have to be careful not to hit the many bicyclists who train on that long climb. I only see them going up, never down. I wonder if there is a huge pile of bikes at the top of that climb? Or do they all crash into the river on the fast ride down?
I visited a poet friend's blog yesterday and noticed that she has written a haiku for each day she posts and adds it there. I think this is an excellent way to get the poetic juices flowing and think I'll try to write a haiku every day. I'll base it on something that I see or that happens to me that day. It would probably be best to write the haiku just as I sit down to work on my poetry.
This morning as I woke, I noticed the light coming in the bedroom had a green cast to it because sunlight reflects off the leaves of the maples in front of the house. I was thinking about the haiku when I noticed the light, and this is what followed:
Soft green sunlight through
the windows of the bedroom.
A wondrous day stirs.