The Native Iowan

It’s been 6weeks plus 4days since the Saw-Bones had his way with me. It’s a funny thing to seek, work for, pay for an opportunity to be “fixed”. And not in the animal-husbandry sense. Fixed in the broken sense…

My life of wild adventure and blatant disregard of risk has led me an age where I have more than a few parts n pieces that don’t work like they use to. I claim I am a 1957-model that has been used hard and heavy. Not a garage-star 57-model thats been on-charge and undercover. Nope, my chassis has been damaged and driven damaged for a long time.

It’s amazing how well our body adapts to injury. We are self-healing in most instances. I feel myself standing pretty straight and strong. I’ll not push my new ankle too much. I have pretty much taken this year off from “business” and will relax, heal, mend, then see where we are.

I must say I’m ready to be up and moving. Not just hobbling like an ol fart, but moving, moving again.

Dogs are good….

Life is guud…

More later