David's did. Months of helplessness lay behind him, a life
of inaction lay before him. He could walk a half block or so, he could
go driving with kind neighbors who invited him, but every avenue of
service was closed, every form of expression denied him. He had hoped
to live a full, good, glowing life. And there he lay.
It is not work which tells the caliber of man, but idleness.
Month followed month, now there were bitter winds and blinding snows,
now the hot sun scorched the yellow sand of the mesa, now the mountains
were high white clouds of snow, now the fields of green alfalfa showed
on a few distant foothills, and the canyons were green with pines.
Otherwise there was no change.
But the summers in New Mexico were crushingly, killingly hot, and so
the sturdy-hearted health chasers left the 'dobe cottage, packed their
few possessions and moved up into Colorado. And while David waited
patiently in the hotel, Carol set forth alone and found a small cottage
with sleeping porch, cleanly and nicely furnished, rent reasonable, no
objections to health seekers. And she and David moved into their new
home.
And the old life of Albuquerque began again, meals, nourishments and
medicines alternating through the days.
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