My apologies for the lack of a Waldo town column last week. I had surgery and was unable to sit at my desk and type.

In fact, I was consigned to my recliner for three days and nights, with searing pain. But with everything negative comes some good. Knowing I would be incapacitated for a while, I tried to get things in order. But living alone makes even the smallest task difficult when in pain. Enter my wonderful friends.

Far from being alone, at least for the first week, I had near-constant company. These wonderful people even cooked meals and served them to me. And without their help, I would not have eaten. Even drinking liquids posed a problem but again, people made certain to keep containers of water within arm’s reach.

Others did shopping for me and one person went beyond the call of duty and mowed my lawn. That was after he prepared a venison stew and fed it to me.

At this point I’m up and walking around for brief spells, but still unable to accomplish much. But every day things get a little bit easier.

I dare not thank people individually for fear of forgetting someone. I was not of a perfectly sound mind for a while and could easily make a mistake. In fact, I recall trying to answer my cell phone by picking up my TV remote. It didn’t work. Fancy that.

But at the least I can issue a blanket “Thank You” to all the wonderful people who came to my assistance. I also want to thank First Congregational Church of Brooks for their care and support.

Under the feeder

This segment might better be termed, “Out The Back Window,” since while I was resigned to sitting in my recliner, all I could see of the outside world was what was visible through the window on my back door.

But sit in one place long enough and the world passes by. And so it was with me. Through my little portal I saw deer walking past, feeding as they went. Birds of all kinds zipped by, taxing my powers of identification. And most exciting, a large tree crashed to the ground as I watched.

Weekly quote

This from Moray McLaren regarding a typical Scottish Highlander: “He often considers that the art of living is more important than the cost of living.”

It seems to me that this is sound advice for everyone.