Two weeks ago I had a fall on a small patch of ice in my driveway and badly broke my left wrist. I'm LEFT-HANDED! I can't begin to tell you how upset and frustrated I was to learn that I could not/should not paint for perhaps two months. I have shows coming up, and workshops to teach. It changes my world. At least temporarily. Not only is the break still painful, but there is the scare of surgery hanging over my head. The orthopaedic surgeon told me on Friday that he still has to see how it's healing in another two weeks. If it's healing well, he says, I should be out of the woods. Otherwise.... I am feeling very sorry for myself. I'm frustrated that I can't paint and that I can't even drive. I live in the country. I can't walk to a store or even catch a bus or get a cab. Someone once said that there is a lesson in everything. Although I would still like to get my hands on the person who said that...