The Forgetful Frog #17: Appreciation

The Forgetful Frog
By The Forgetful Frog March 4, 2016 14:08

forgetful-frog-image3-300x2301-300x230-13By The Forgetful Frog

So, here’s a thing: muscles in your feet. How many of you take them for granted? I certainly have, for my whole life, until now. Only recently, I have figured out that, when walking with my cane, focusing on those muscles is very helpful.

I have many moments when it feels like I could topple over. Until recently, those moments were very frightening, and usually resulted in a panicky grab at something to hold me up. I think it was just today, when I first considered consciously that I can feel and use the muscles in the soles of my feet. My last couple of trips across the house have provided the opportunity to identify and practice the conscious effort to control my foot muscles.

I can’t say, as yet, that this realization will make a world of difference. But, at this moment, I am encouraged and looking forward to practicing my new understanding.


I have spent quite a lot of time reading about how Dragon works. I wanted to know whether it cuts you off after a certain number of words, or a particular length of time. If I correctly located the answer, I think it will accept a handful of words before it must stop and process. By casual observation, I will guess speaking slowly, with space between words, makes it work better. Ironically, that last sentence took an extremely long time, and many failed attempts, before being captured correctly by Dragon.

I will concede, however, that when I slow down and speak carefully, Dragon is quite effective. I must remember to go slowly, and stop frequently. It seems a bit odd that I must go much more slowly when speaking, than if I were typing. However, at this point, I will go with whatever works.


If I were shipwrecked on a desert island and the only two foods were pepperoni pizza and chocolate chip cookies, I wouldn’t even try to be rescued.


If there is anything good about my brain damage, it is the inclination it somehow gave me to reach out to my dear sister, Teresa. I don’t know why one thing led to the other, but, at this moment, I almost feel like it’s an even trade-off.

Truth be told, she is the dearest person in my history. When we were small, we played together all the time. As teenagers, we were in bands and orchestras together, all through school. I even followed her to Wellesley College. After college, I moved to California with four friends. My sister’s husband was in medical school at Stanford, and I saw her fairly often.

Then, she began building her family, having children. After some time, I realized that I was not feeling comfortable being a part of her children’s lives. I just did not feel reliable enough to have children counting on me. I never had a single moment in my life when I thought I would have children of my own.


Froggy decides to write stories
And to make sure he does it before he’s
Gotten too old
to be sufficiently bold
To tell of life’s failures and glories.

He puts on his thinking cap,
His mind around stories to wrap —
Characters, plots, connecting the dots,
And conjuring up a mishap.

The scene opens up on an old writer
Who, by candlelight, pulls an all-nighter.
He writes of a frog,
And an old shepherd dog,
And a criminal who’s a check kiter.

Together, they pull off a scam.
And then they are all on the lam.
The frog and the dog,
And the thief, whose belief
Is into life, everything one must cram.

Froggy reflects on his tale.
Worries it’s typically male.
Must write for girls too,
Or else, you know, you
Will not be a literary whale.

To be continued…


 The author, who asks to remain anonymous, is a foothills resident in her 50s who writes with the help of a computer tablet and speech-recognition software. She hopes that her notes on coping with the physical and emotional aspects of disability will help others facing difficult challenges know that they are not alone.

The Forgetful Frog
By The Forgetful Frog March 4, 2016 14:08
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