Out in the Woods

The leaves crackled with sounds of escape as Fiorella walked into the west woods, which sort of hurt her feeelings. Whatever creatures were there should have known by now that she is harmless.  Fio loves the woods and everything in it, and it delights her heart to discover something she never lnew was in there before--like the fallen oak with its branches smashed beneath itself that she saw yesterday. (More firewood for winter, and Fio does like to be self sufficient.)

But Fiorella. you say, what are you doing dodging your way around a strange woods? Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy until your surgery heals? Well, Fio is bored, tired of sitting inside all day and trying to think of things to do that don't strain her eyesight, which is still a bit compromised. Working on her novel is out, and copying notes from stray sheets of paper onto her safety place has its time limits. TV is hard for her to watch because of its vibrant colors, but she has to gather news off broadcasts rather than reading the paper, whichis difficult. On the other hand, she read the funnies with no problem today and nailed the anagrams. Things are looking up.