Between Reverie and Reality..... 7/31/15

The Fairmont Hotel. Opened in 1906.

     So much to say, only my left fingers to type with.

    No, my right hand was not amputated. I broke its wrist, with a Barton fracture.  First time I ever cracked a bone in my body. Since 10:00 pm, Monday, pain
is my constant companion. A continual dull burning plagues me, along with an itch underneath my wrist brace.  I am going crazy.

    The outpouring of love received since this accident has been over-whelming. And nutritious.  Many have brought meals to my home.  I can't cut or hold anything with my injured hand. making it impossible to cook.

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Laurel Court Restaurant. It is inside the
 Fairmont. My date and I had dinner here.

  I find myself between been reverie and reality. Needs for connec-tion, closeness, honesty, and inti-macy---not met in ages---are being satisfied, making a happy innkeeper.  I journeyed to the Fairmont last Satur-day, enjoying a sensational evening.  While there, with my companion, we scaled heights of authenticity not reached with others.

    The opportunity to see how stupid I can be, I learned lately also. This humbling lesson was tempered by phenomenal and inspiring sessions with clients. They in turn were counter-balanced by torture from someone who means much to me. The results were my feelings stretched on the rack of disappointment.

     And yet, I am happier than ever.

A Request

      I am tired, needing rest.  I will work on this post tomorrow.  In the meantime, may I invite you to please share your gratitudes? It would make this bone-weary innkeeper happy.