Concerning my shoulder, the immobilizer is now off. The doctor and I agree that my shoulder does not have sufficient range of motion. In fact, half the time when I move my arm, I involuntarily cry out in pain. To even think of moving my arm to wash a window makes me cringe. I wouldn't be able to write on a blackboard. I still can't really scrub pots. I can cut many vegetables now (but not beets), especially when I hold the knife in my right hand, and press down on it with my left. I am working on regaining mobility. Meanwhile, I am so grateful to have my arm. I love it every day.
Carol and Judy, the two sponsors for a mid-March Godwriting workshop in Phoenix, Arizona, are arranging my flight and setting up a workshop. Exact dates will be posted soon. Blog Readers, you are invited. I sure hope you will come!
The third update concerns Xena. Actually it's more about my discovering how much I have bought into the propoganda of the world. You'll see what I mean.
You already know that Xena is the mildest dog I ever saw. She would never hurt a flea -- well, maybe a flea!
Yesterday, to my shock, I found out that Xena is a pit bull. Yes, a pit bull. I have heard enough that pit bulls are viewed as dangerous, and some cities even ban them. How awful is even the name -- pit bull.
When Lauren told me that Xena was a pit bull, I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. Xena, a pit bull? I didn't believe it. How could I? Any connection to Xena and stereotype pit bull is impossible. Xena is a lambie-pie through and through.
The very existence of Xena, who is scarred physically and emotionally, has to end such bigotry once and for all. How absurd to imagine that Xena could hurt anyone. Xena's very existence and her right to be seen with love must end the stereotype attached to pit bulls right now. Xena, who would have an excuse to be aggressive, was born one of God's most gentle creatures and remains the sweetest most patient forbearing canine angel the world has ever known.
May we all throw away all that old thinking and never repeat it, okay?