Canoe man

I grew up in a fairly remote place, where I could easily spend time wandering through cotton fields and open range. It’s funny to think as a five year old I could spend a couple hours just walking aimlessly through untamed land, not without risk I might cross paths with a snake or cranky cattle.

x-ray of my pet rabbit showing cancer has eaten away at her hip. It‘s sad to think about. The veterinarian gave me some pain medicine, anti-inflammatories, and a third drug for digestion. I’m glad I have something to help her with. I love her.

Papyr was a whitish, flaccid, a derivative of cellulose, rolled out on cylinders and cut into rectangular sheets.

Seems I need to get started on my obit now.

Reading ”Memoirs Found in a Bathtub” by Stanislaw Lem, delightfully in paperback. Thank you Katie for the recommendation.