A Fourth of July that seemed never to have happened; another from years back, at 800 Sarah's Way, Wasilla, Alaska

Today being the sixth of July, it stands to reason to believe that just two days ago, it was the Fourth of July. I have no sense of the Fourth ever having taken place this year. I remember experiencing this one, when Lisa got to walk around our back yard here at 800 Sarah's Way, Wasilla, Alaska, waving sparklers and casting, tiny, sizzling, fires here and there.

Well, things look a little grim right now, but I am cooking up a little plan involving this place, 800 Sarah's Way, Wasilla, Alaska, and the life we have lived here these past 29.5 years - a plan to cast the experience into digital and paper stone and preserve the memories forever, even as perhaps we might find ourselves with little choice other than to walk away from them.

This idea came to me awhile back. Before I went into the hospital for surgery, I put together the images for an explanatory post and put them up in draft form, with no words. My plan was to write the words from my hospital bed and publish the post from there, too. But I drastically overestimated how much energy I would be able to muster for such tasks. 

Drastically.

And I don't have it now, either. I don't have the energy to write emails, to make comments in Facebook... this little effort, to put these few words here, I am finding to be totally draining. Please do not picture me as an inert lump. I've got tasks I must do to get my body working again and I go at those tasks gung ho! I am working pretty damn hard.

But once I do a round, I just can't do much of anything else.

I really must stop now. I will share the 800 Sarah's Way, Wasilla, Alaska, scheme later.

Comments

[Ruth Z Deming]

what a great photo, bill! unusual to see something like the above in b and white.