These foolish things

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This is what I wanted to do! Practice my precious bumps. In my normal cowardly way. But spring is in the air so the park is crowded.
I should have followed my introvert instinct and just sat myself  on my new board watching others. The feel was totally wrong. Not a good one.

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After a stupid, stupid run in my badluckBowl I wound up in the emergency room! Hurting like hell. Dislocated  shoulder. Six hours of all kinds of painkillers and terribly hurtful treatments before I was released. Groggy and unhappy. Still immobalised and a onearmed bandit. Hard to write, eat, dress….

Music within

Realise that everytime I write a post the posttitle somehow allude to a song that gets in my head! Songs that pop up and reflects my mood. I like that. The photos too. Sums up that day! Brings back memories…right now I am listening to yesterdays “not dark yet”. In my head it was a mix of Dylan´s and Moffat´s version. Both so beautiful!
Turn, turn, turn…was Byrds´ of course. Will go through my posst and recap…Seems I very often am in a melancholic mood. Will make myself a  playslist.