from the hospital bed to the sunshine swing

love is all around

Guess who’s back, back again?

My nanny’s back, tell a friend!

Yup, today as I pulled out of the campground en route to Twin Oaks Memorial Hospital, I saw my uncle.

Nanny’s home, she’s outside on her swing.

Though I had eaten almost every carb in my parents cottage, I was dehydrated and underfed.

Not only was I almost out of gas, my truck was too. What’s more, I didn’t know whether the stick that poked me in the eye near the end of my ride had embedded itself in my cornea or had merely scratched it.

I was on my way for nourishment, petroleum and a quaint stop to the rural emergency room.

Alas dear reader, I only have so much time so stories of my rural emergency experience after being the cycling cyclops will have to be told another time.

As for time, I took my time and visited with my Nanny. She was sitting right where she belonged - swinging in the sunshine.

I came to visit you in the hospital three times Nanny. You were asleep each time I was there.

She shook her head in disbelief.

Three tim…