Getrting back to the blog

Misfortune favored me in late April. So no posts for awhile. I'll get back to the literacy issues after working through my anxiety on this latest happening in my life's odyssey.
After a great ski season, we were at the Timberline Ski area, our last run, our last day skiing when I bit the snow and my leg decided to go along with the ski which didn't release. A grogeous day, the vista on a sunny day strung out before us as I waited for the ski patrol. Thank the mountain gods that it was warm and I had something to look at besides my leg in a 90 degree angle going the wrong way. One of the joys of living in Oregon it seems to me are its sights, I could look down on the lakes nestled in the mountain canyons, see the snow-topped ridges stretched out, and feel the throb of pains shooting up to remind me that pain and pleasure often walk hand in hand.
Ury, the ski patrol rep, arrived after an interminable wait it seemed. After a careful diagnosis, while I could only think, "This is bad!", Ury wrapped me in the Johnson sling and helped me into the sled. Although Ury was an ace at what he did, the mountain figured in for a few more slights: chips of snow and ice flew up in my face, the sled bounced over the snow field. Not all was groomed trail. In fact I realized I had hit the peaanut butter snow when I fell obviously off the groomed trail. That stuff is like cement and doesn't give. But finally, I reached the first aid station.
Every movement sent pain coursing everywhere, bu to their credit, the guys were careful. After a shot of morphine, which doesn't mask the pain, only lessens it to a bearable range, I was loaded into the ambulance. My first ride and I hope my last.
Bob, the attendent, was a great morphine giver and a conversationalist so the long trip to Providence Hospital in Milwaukie was tempered. But I was never more relieved then to arrive at the hospital emergency room. Continued tomorrow. My leg throbs after a few weeks but at least it is out of the cast and in a boot. A far cry from the situation 30 years ago when I broke the other ankle at the Mountain at Killington. Medicine has come a long way.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could find such progress in education? To be able to look at what we do and say this is so much better than when I began my teaching career. Again something to explore in this blog.

Secondary Literacy

Secondary Literacy
Just getting back to this and forgot how to post a new blog. Not sure if this is it. I'll try it and see.