Back from Stanford Hospital since Saturday morning. Things move very slowly on weekends. so nothing much has happened. I sleep most of the day, attended by Ned and Elizabeth. Not yet able to move around much, nor have I mastered the intricacies of the walker, which are considerable, and the effects of the pain medication (lots of oxy), which are complex, sometimes overwhelming.

But on more pleasant fronts, there’s the PBS Nature show I saw on tv (on Friday? my time perceptions are unsteady indeed), about ducks. A “duckumentary”; I suppose that was inevitable. Full of wonderful shots of ducks of many kinds — alone, in families, in flocks.

We were taught that every species of duck is either a dabbler duck or a diver duck. Or, as Gilbert & Sullivan would have it:

Every duck and every drake
Is either a little dabbler
Or else a little diver.

Hey, I’m coming back to life very very gradually.

6 Responses to “Ducks”

  1. H. S. Gudnason Says:

    Welcome home, and a speedy recovery!

  2. H. S. Gudnason Says:

    Oh, and…

    May the ducks have been the only quacks in your recent life!

  3. Joseph F Foster Says:

    I know this isn’t a general exchange forum, but I, and I expect others, do wish you a speedy recovery.

  4. John Lawler Says:

    I am an expected other, wishing you a speedy recovery, filled with joyful events and moments.

  5. Gregory Stump Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving! My best wishes for a speedy recovery.

  6. the ridger Says:

    I too wish you a speedy recovery.

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