Day 231

August 19, 2021

I was 15 in 1968

So 53 years ago I was in a bad auto accident which has always been somewhat of a metaphor for my life and depending on the day it is proof that I am entirely jinxed or that I am entirely lucky.

The car rolled over my arm and my right hand and arm were crushed.  The arm bone was not broken.  Many bones in my hand were.  Both Andy, the driver and I walked away from that accident.  The car was hauled.  I was brought to the hospital where a very good surgeon put my hand and arm back together and with the exceptions of scars and one bent finger, I did ok.  Thus, lucky, blessed for sure.

But August is always a strange month for me.  I am always manic in August.  Is it the weather, is it memories, is it predicting the change in routine?

That Fall I took both Biology and Creative Writing.  I got A's in both of them and I think I almost failed everything else.  I did it all without my right hand and arm. Again, it all has been almost predictable.  I remember writing poems and sharing them with my Father in the living room.  He was not well at that point, but he did attend to my poetry.  I still have a black folder full of poems I wrote that year. I got my first typewriter that year.  

Today was stormy and reflected my interior.  I did take a ride.  I did not take a lot of photos.