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Plan B

6/14/2017

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​It was the Friday before Memorial Day, that gateway to the good times of summer, and I was anticipating the weeks ahead. Sunny days for hiking, bicycling, kayaking, diving into household and outdoor projects, and just plain getting out and doing things without having to negotiate snow and ice. 
​My mind was so occupied with such leisurely thoughts, I hardly noticed the ache across the top of my foot that morning. Around the time I was ready to leave for that afternoon's trek with the Wander Women, the ache asserted itself more aggressively, and I considered skipping the hike. But it was such an ideal hiking day—blue-skyed, cloud-fluffed, warm but not hot—I couldn't resist. And anyway, my foot felt much better in my hiking shoe.
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I couldn't resist going on this hike around Sylvan and Emerald Lakes. I do seem to be leaning on Marty M rather heavily, though, don't I? (Photo: Peg Mercer)
​Until about three miles into the hike. Then it really started to hurt. I limped the last mile and a half, drove home, iced the foot and brushed aside Ray's suggestion to visit Urgent Care. It didn't hurt that much. Not enough to interfere with our weekend plans. 
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Memorial Day weekend, still in denial about the foot (Photo: Emily Everett)
​After hobbling through the weekend and holiday, I finally admitted the foot wasn't getting any better. An x-ray revealed the reason: a fracture of the third metatarsal. I was fitted with a clunky walker boot, given a referral to an orthopedic surgeon and sent home to contemplate this turn of events.
​Clearly, summer would not be quite as I'd envisioned. I didn't waste time moping, though. No siree, I sat down and made a list of things I still could do: writing, reading those piles of accumulated books and magazines, answering email, calling friends, making phone calls and writing letters in support of causes, creating collages, meditating, planning our fall vacation, organizing and editing photos, even shooting new photos of critters from the back porch.
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No shortage of captivating critters to photograph, even from the back porch (Photo: Nan Pokerwinski)
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Even dragonflies need a time out now and then (Photo: Nan Pokerwinski)

​​Good for me! Lemonade from lemons and all that, right?
​Yeah, about that . . . 
​A few days after making that upbeat list, I got restless and pulled out the list for inspiration. All those housebound activities didn't seem nearly as appealing as when I'd written them down—especially when another sunny day taunted me just outside the windows. Plus, I'd realized that the list of things I still could do also included things I'd just as soon not: paying bills, cleaning out files, and performing a surprising number of household and chores. B-o-r-i-n-g.
PictureThe last subverted summer, 2006, after a little motorcycle mishap (Photo: Ray Pokerwinski)
​Then I moped. But moping got boring pretty quickly, too, so I figured it was time to give myself a pep talk on adaptability and making the best of a disappointing situation.  Fortunately, My Self is something of an authority on the subject, having had ample experience with subverted summers: three previous foot fractures and a spinal fracture over the past 24 years, each one occurring sometime between Memorial Day and mid-July.

PictureThis is what I had in mind for the summer of 1995 (Photo: Ray Pokerwinski)



​​I'd even written a magazine article about the summer I broke my back—the summer we'd planned a month-long motorcycle trip through the Blue Ridge Mountains, as well as weekends of Rollerblading and bicycling in the park. The summer with a few definite plans and plenty of room for following whims. 

PictureInstead, I ended up with a back brace and a black eye from a fall down the stairs (on the way to do laundry -- a very hazardous activity!) (Photo: Ray Pokerwinski)


​As I wrote in the article:

​When I thought about happenstance, of course, I was envisioning the merry kind that brings opportunities and delights. But when serendipity stepped in and made choices for me, it knocked me flat . . . What I didn't realize was that fate, in fact, had intervened to give me the break I had longed for—not exactly the way I had imagined it, but a break all the same. With my choices suddenly so limited, life had to get simpler. Time had to slow down.

​Then, as now, I occupied myself catching up on articles I'd clipped and saved to read when I found the time. One, on the unlikely topic of the benefits of poor health, made the point that having to step off the treadmill of everyday life and let things go on without your participation can be a chance to reflect and make needed changes.
​That I did. I reflected on the work I was doing and how I'd like it to be different—a train of thought that led to a new, more creative way of working. I also used the time to experiment with various kinds of writing and explore visual arts in ways I'd not had time—or nerve—to try before. In the process, I learned to care more about satisfaction than accomplishment, to let interests drive me more than ambition—lessons that set the stage for the kind of life I'm living now (or trying to).
PictureOnce again off the treadmill (Photo: Ray Pokerwinski)



​​Back then, I was stepping away from a hectic, deadline-driven life. This time, the treadmill I'm stepping off moves at a significantly slower rate. Still, the shift in activities and expectations should offer a chance to reflect and consider new directions. I wonder what I'll discover this time and where those discoveries will lead.

​Meanwhile, my change of summer plans also means changes of plans for HeartWood. I had envisioned gathering blog material in trips to festivals, friends' gardens, local labyrinths and other points of interest. Some of that still may happen, but for a while at least, I won't be venturing out as much as I'd imagined I would.
PictureThis can be YOU! (Pipe and fedora optional)



​​That's where you come in. I hereby deputize all HeartWood readers to be official correspondents. If, in your summer ramblings, you have experiences you'd like to share in words, pictures or both, I'll be happy to give you space to do that here at HeartWood. Just get in touch and we'll work out the details. I hope you'll take me up on the offer! 

15 Comments
Gloria Switzer
6/14/2017 08:14:08 am

Nan, You are such a wonderful writer! I love all your words! I'm sorry about your foot. Sending healing energy. Thank you for sharing so honestly and beautifully!

Love & Peace, Gloria

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Nan link
6/14/2017 08:26:30 am

Thank you, Gloria! I can feel the healing energy doing its work already.

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Kathy O'Gorman
6/14/2017 09:49:10 am

So nicely written, Nancy. I hope the foot heals quickly. Maybe pop a few extra calcium pills to help it along. :)

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Nan
6/14/2017 01:35:18 pm

I was thinking more along the lines of extra helpings of ice cream, Kathy. After all, don't the nutritionistas say it's better to get your calcium from food? ;)

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Kathy O'Gorman
6/15/2017 06:20:26 pm

Definitely go for the ice cream!

Susan Stec link
6/14/2017 03:25:25 pm

Love the pictures, you little daredevil, you. And well written. You did good making that full hike, I would've probably wimped out. Thanks for sharing. Hope you don't have to have surgery, and wish you a speedy recovery.

As for the summer plans - Boy, I can relate. Big stop and rewind going on here, too.

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Nan
6/15/2017 02:58:29 pm

Thanks, Susan. I was sorely (ha!) regretting my decision to go on that hike about the time I found out we still had a mile and a half to go.

I know you can relate to the change of plans business. Wishing you good outcomes, too.

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J.Q. Rose link
6/14/2017 03:32:23 pm

Ah I admire your flexibility to adapt from hiking and biking to reading and writing. I imagine this won't keep you down. It will not impair you from going for ice. Ream. For calcium of course. Perhaps you 'll have time to design a more fashionable boot for a broken foot. ???

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Nan
6/15/2017 03:01:18 pm

What -- you think my boot is not fashionable?? I'm just wishing I hadn't sold my knee-high, lace-up motorcycle boots. The left one would have been a perfect accompaniment for this boot. And yes to ice cream for calcium!!

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Nancy Dunn
6/15/2017 06:33:40 am

Courageous thoughts beautifully written. As usual, Nancy.

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Nan
6/15/2017 03:02:02 pm

Thanks, Nancy. So nice to hear from you!

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Emily Everett
6/15/2017 04:06:20 pm

I never saw that pic of you with the back brace! (Guess I was pretty busy in Detroit in the summer of '95 😉) I love this blog. It makes me want to go on my own self-enlightenment adventure. I'd probably be eating ice cream by the bucket but I'd like to think I'd learn a little something along the way. Thanks for the inspiration.

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Nan
6/16/2017 06:44:14 am

Yes indeed, you and fellow strikers had quite enough going on that summer. (I remember going to the credit union in my back brace and the teller asking if I was injured on the picket line.)

As for self-enlightenment, I'd say you've already traveled pretty far on that adventure. You don't need to break a bone to go any further.

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Sally C Kane
6/16/2017 06:50:54 am

Nan
Beautifully expressed. Filled with courage
and a wry, humorous edge. Even though you have procured an unwelcome precedent of significant injuries, you still rally. Your example inspires me and you're looking fabulous in back or leg braces. No comfort when those active outdoor activities are limited during previous summer. Thanks for the honesty.

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Nan
6/16/2017 08:32:57 am

Thank you, Sally. At least I got the green light for some yoga!

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