By Several days ago, my friend Tracy, a writer herself, brought by a Get Well bag, which included these composition notebooks, an Etch-A Sketch pen! (wow, toy and pen in one! – and, Etch-A-Sketch= favorite childhood toy), a pack of cool foot paperclips (which appear to also have broken 5th metatarsals), scratch paper, and some yummy …
Do Not Cross
I’m assuming there once was a double yellow line in the middle of this street in La Cygne, but it’s long since gone. Small towns – some of them are seemingly lawless and take the Laissez-faire approach. Other towns happily write ordinances and post signs, most of which say “do not.” My hometown did not …
Bowl o’ Tiger
Milo was the first to claim the hypertufa bowl as a bed. Then Zorro. No one has been in it lately, but yesterday I noticed Tiger in the bowl. She wasn’t curled up sleeping , but was grooming herself. Speaking of Tiger… On Saturday, Dave said, “Tiger’s in a trap.” And I looked at her …
New wheels
Laugh if you want to, but I love this thing, this saver-of-armpits. After my first 24 hours with crutches, I had tender crutch ruts under my arms. Each step was sheer misery. Then I remembered this contraption and asked my friend Jackie Lutz if I could borrow it. Her late mother had used this ambulatory …
And the X-ray says…
Busted! A tiny bone in the upper right side of my foot is cracked. Can’t put any weight on the foot for 6 weeks. It’s in a splint. Get a cast next week. It’s my driving foot, so I can’t drive. Stuck at home. I only went to the doctor because you’re supposed to go …
Landed wrong
I may have a broken foot. Yesterday, I was wearing new shoes while rope jumping, shoes that apparently aren’t as sturdy as my others, and I landed on the side of my foot, it turned under, I went down. At least I did get a good workout in BEFORE I crashed, ’cause I don’t think …
Spur
Spur of the moment. That’s how we operate around here. When Dave and I got home from work Friday afternoon, we began to discuss weekend plans and in less than 30 minutes we were packed and on the turnpike southbound. Usually we just take day trips, but this was a longer adventure and we wanted …
Ten years?
So, I was standing in line at the store, looking at all the magazines in the check-out line. Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson, a bit of Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson… And a girl behind me said to her boyfriend, “He was cuter when he was black.” Anyway, on one of the magazines, there was …
Hanging out
Haven’t been very chatty lately, have I? I’ve posted photos – so you know I’m still around anyway. Unless, of course, I pre-dated the postings last week. In that case, maybe I’m not around. Maybe I’m in Philadelphia or Toronto or Estes Park. Nah, I’m here. Just haven’t had much to say to the world …
Arms. And legs.
I’ve gots ’em. Arms and legs. It’s been a chilly spring, so today was only the third day since … probably September, that I’ve seen my arms. (Well, except for showering experiences.) I’ve been wearing long-sleeved shirts for 7-8 months. Most of the time during the fall and winter and early spring I wear 2 …
Addicted to Ink
Today’s Flyover People column as seen in the Emporia Gazette: ADDICTED TO INK IN THE SHOWER one morning, I saw a note that I had inked onto my left forearm. The jagged letters looked like those of a first grader, one with penmanship issues. The short note read “wild card.” Now what was I thinking? …