talus raze jana worked at a legal grow-op in leamington until she snapped her ankle on a raised platform. she developed ptsd. then depression. they gave her what they said was modified work. she couldn't do it. it made her worse. she had to quit. they would have fired her anyway. she lost her house and moved back to czechoslovakia to live with her parents. now she's staying with her daughter in mississauga. she plays saxophone, but i've never heard what she can do. her daughter, i mean. she appreciates everything she has. and she has almost nothing. she baked for us. three times. she had to throw away everything she made. she could never get to windsor before it started going bad. the fourth time, she made it work. she got up early. she baked two loaves of bread and half a dozen peach squares from a czech recipe she borrowed from a friend. she did that while the bone that sits below her tibia and fibula screamed at her. it'll go on screaming like that for the rest of her life. then she drove for almost four hours to give us what her hands moulded out of flour, water, eggs, baking powder, milk, and icing sugar. eating it felt like filling up with life. 220505 ... kerry this is so vivid! 220505 what's it to you? who go blather from