Day #2 of skiing was a bit different. We woke up to snow and clouds.
Soeurs Du Jour knows this: Sometimes the curve balls life throws at us-- give us a whole new perspective. And that is a blessing worth celebrating.
After I talked to Dad to let him know that I was OK--that I had survived skiing, I checked the last thing off my post-stroke bucket list.
You might be asking how I did that? At "Ollie's Pub and Grub" in Frisco I signed a dollar bill. One of the waiters put a tack through the dollar, put a quarter on the other side, folded and soaked the dollar bill, and threw it onto the wooden ceiling. It stuck. When the dollar dries out, the quarter will fall. My dollar will be with all the other dollars-- stuck to the ceiling. The waiter told me that was a way of leaving my mark....
Actually, I can think of about a million other ways I'd like to leave my mark. BUT...there is a dollar that says "Stroke Survivor" on a ceiling of "Ollies." We'll call that good for now!