Sometimes the 360 days we have in a year seem more like 36 days.  We chase tomorrow like a wolfhound after a rabbit, and often lose yesterday like a camera dropped into the sea.  The agenda for today replaces yesterday on our mental white board.  We wait for New Years eve to recall the highlights of the past year.  Until......

Suddenly you find yourself in a position that forces you to slow down.  You become a snail trying to get past the saran wrap and into the sandwich.

These past few weeks, without the use of my right side, and with the help of all my photos, I have had the time to reflect on the winter of 2012/2013.  Generally, if many negative things  happen in one season we tend to say it was a bad year.  The culmination of all the stressful events can influence your mind and cause it to negate the positive.  So as my iPhoto feeds me a slideshow of this past 6 months I am grateful for so many things. And in spite of my pain and slow recovery of movement I am genuinely happy and thankful for each event and person that influenced my life this year. 

Simone Bergeron, 94 yrs old,  who gave me her love.  She passed away, leaving a legacy of humility, gentleness, patience and among other things taught me how to play  crib.

Simone's son Michel, my best friend, who loves to play and ride motorcycles as much as I do.

The beauty of the ocean and everything that's in it.

The thrill of the ride!

There is so much more, but at this moment I am thankful for the little white Tramacets which are about to  relieve my pain and put me to sleep for while..... 

I'm dreaming about my last ride in Arizona....But,brrrr...I'm cold...I'm back on the island.  I love it here. And I love my sister and brother-in-law whom I am with until I am able to take care of myself a little better.  Perhaps until I can put on my own socks.  I need socks here.  
The trouble with travelling is that you fall in love with different parts of the countries you visit and when you leave that country you miss it.  The best of two worlds is going south in winter and north in summer.  I love Canada and would never consider residing permanently in another country no matter how much I enjoyed that country. 

My last ride with Mike and Frank, before Sunna and I were disabled, was to Julian.  A quaint little western town known for it's delicious pie.  It is also a very scenic ride, about 150 miles from Yuma.

I took so many photos with Mike's GoPro but for some reason they did not stick to the card. I am not having much luck with cameras lately, I am looking for a small automatic camera that takes good photos.  Any suggestions would be welcome. I will shop when I get well, but for now I am without a camera and that is something like an alcoholic without a drink.  

As Accident Girl lay on her back, she recalled how she had been taught about glyconutrients and the need for feeding her cells so that her body ould heal itself more efficiently.  she decided to triple up the intake of her cell food while in recovery.  She also had a tube of the latest technology in aloe efficacy.  She applied it three times daily on her huge hematoma that reached from her waste to half way down her thigh.  She had acquired these spongy  numb bruises in her younger years when bucked off horses.  It usually took 3 months for them to disappear and even then a rise in the skin was still visible.  Exactly two weeks after her accident she looked in the mirror and there it was...gone! 

This was 3 days after her accident. It did spread a little further for a couple of days.  But then....

Eleven days later..... 


 Accident girl loves the suppliments she is taking!!! 

check it out at  www.navig8.me/237221.   I see this link is not highlighted but if you click on it you will get there.

Accident Girl slept and slept and slept.  
There was something wrong with the shutters on her eyes.  The open switch would not stay on very long.  At random moments, in the middle of a good TV program or interesting conversation they would involuntarily close so that Accident Girl could not do the things she wanted to do.  The witty blog posts that she created in her drugged stupor disappeared as soon as her eyes would open.  The pain in her shoulder prevented her from typing or taking pictures.  But somehow she would grab a moment of clarity to record the injuries to Sunna, which were much less serious than expected.    

Road rash on Givi bag.  But it stayed hooked up to the bike!!!  

Cracked signal light which I had recently replaced.

Good for the engine guards!,,However......

There was still damage to her beautiful skin. 

....and this is what bit me in the shoulder....

My right clavicle snapped at the same instant the windshield hit my shoulder.  Too bad the material I am made of is not similar to engine guard.  
Needless to say I have a lot of pain.  But for the first time in ten years I am sleeping for more than 4 hours at a time.  Gotta look at the up side.  Drugs have their porpoise.  :-)