I told you before, but my life is like a bad country song. It's made up of rolling frustration, cubist vision and ataxia, followed by moments of bliss. In other words, my daughter's gonna be here next week for father's day. I'm pretty psyched. She's real cool and we get to hang out for a while. I don't get to see her much, but when I do, it's great. She reminds me of why I stick around.
It's been pretty cool. I continue to photograph. Mind you, it's all still life, but it's great shooting again. Remember, even when you have TBI, you have to do what you love, and I love photography.
I've just been practicing what I preach and work and work every day. You know, I've got no core strength, so I'm learning how to sit up again. It sounds basic, but man, it's tough. The first thing I do in the morning is practice my sit ups. Then, after that, you push yourself against the wall and learn how to put on your socks and pants and shoes. Real exciting, right? I could tell you some other things that have gone on here, but I value my life, so I won't tell you guys now.
And by the way, I just want to say one other thing. You know, I don't get involved in politics at all, but I'd like to say to our fearless orange leader that global warming is not a hoax. I've been to northern Greenland several times and I've talked to the indigenous people there. The glaciers there are working overtime making more and more ice bergs. In other words, the ice is melting like crazy. The indigenous people have reverted to farming and fishing. No more dog sleds. No more ice. Anyway, just thought I'd mention that. I'll get off my soap box now. Iv'e got to go back to therapy.
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Love, B. Nice