Florida to Brooklyn

I got back from Florida, that land of lizards in bed with you, and came right to Brooklyn with my 'driver' (what the old ball-‘n-chain calls himself these days.) It was hard to leave my sister still so laid up but maybe l’ll be back there soon since her groom is having major surgery at the end of June and who will help Nan while he’s in the hospital?  She’s not supposed to put any weight on that her foot full of busted bones each no thicker than the bamboo skewers that come with your shish kebab.  “You can walk in your cast that weighs 12 pounds,” they told her “but you have to keep your toes in the air at all times.” Try it. Try it for five minutes, your heel down and your toes in full foot-cramp salute and see how your back and your leg muscles feel. By 7:00 every night she had her head in her hands, just hanging on for bedtime.7:00 was the hour I got the dinner on. It’s the hour that marked the arrival of  Nan’s daughter Grace, all legs and long blond hair and just the ghost of the freckles that made her look as a child like a female Tom Sawyer. She was the first baby I ever fell in love with.Not much to say yet in old Crooklyn, to reference that awesome Spike Lee movie. We came here to see our boy who now lives in this borough so full of energy and a certain indescribable grace and a great day lies ahead for us I know; but right now my thoughts are still in Florida with Nan, and her Chuck, with the girl we once called Gracie, and the little lizard that kept me company on my breaks.Here at the top?  Nan with Grace at 18 months, the latter an unstoppable force of nature even then, And below here they both are now below. Back tomorrow with all new adventures, less about me and more about the world. Happy Saturday, ya’ll!