I realize I haven’t written anything for almost three weeks. One kind soul even emailed me inquiring after my health. It’s true that I was out of Internet range for a week and I’ve been struggling with a smashed collarbone** for the last ten days that has made typing difficult. But the reality is that I haven’t had much to say.
I’m fine. Physically the pain from the collarbone injury doesn’t bother much except at night. I continue to struggle with the mild cognitive decline that impairs my memory and makes certain intellectual tasks more difficult. But I’ve gotten used to the limitations; there doesn’t seem to be much (if any) progression; and my life is otherwise so much better than before my decline that I don’t think about it much anymore.
I appreciate the little community that has sprung up around this site, and I want to stay in touch. I’ll continue to write if I have anything to say. I will, however, be out of town for the next month with limited Internet access. If I am inspired, I’ll find some way to publish the results here on the blog while I’m away. Otherwise, I’ll be back in September.
** For those of you who drive in cities and use on-street parking, I beg you to look for bicyclists before you open the door on the driver’s side. If you open your door without looking, a bicyclist has no chance. A week ago Saturday I was riding in a bike lane on a side street. Without warning (I suspect I was checking my rearview mirror for traffic), I crashed into an open door and the edge of the door hit me in the middle of my collarbone. I wear a helmet of course, but if I’d been five inches closer to the car, it would have smashed my face in. Since “being doored” (as it’s known in the trade) also spills the rider out into the traffic lane, the consequences would have been much worse if there had been any traffic. I’ve ridden in the city for years and intend to continue to do so (for convenience, health, financial and ecological reasons). So please watch out for me and my brothers and sisters as you’re getting out of your car.