It’s been several weeks now with daily healthcare on site to help me do the difficult things (dry my back after a shower) and watch me lest I tip over in my walker. Add to that Physical Therapy in home a couple of days a week and I barely have time to nap, let alone read books and play my ukulele.
But I’m getting stronger, hurting less, and continue to exhibit good numbers for my vitals. Who knows, I might get back to the semi-decrepit state I enjoyed before my fall. Unfortunately, home nursing and physical therapy do not make you any younger.
Every month I select a daily title that I have read and recommend or perhaps I have spent good money on and hope it lives up to the acclaim or maybe I heard it was worth reading and am passing on the suggestion. You might have noticed that, aside from a reasonably good foundation in the less contemporary and more classical literature, I tend to turn toward the decidedly transgressive examples of literature. Furthermore, I do not consider my home country as anything more special than the literatures of peoples and countries all around the world. Ezra Pound spoke of the central value of translations in literature but I still wish I could read more books in the original languages.
A Celebration of Reading 