Merry Christmas
.... they have been thoroughly inundated with the minutiae of my life via Facebook. Possibly outraged enough by one of my snarky quips or commentaries on FB, twitter, or other media to cast their device (because we can no longer distinguish between a computer, laptop, phone, or iPad) upon the ground as a sword of challenge or a glass of resolve into a fireplace. Someone has to clean that up you know. Yes there exist two groups of people in this world. Ones who have had quite enough of me already, and those whose only thought of me would come up in a conversation like a nearly forgotten celebrity, “do you suppose he is still alive?” Whether it is fortune or misfortune to you, the answer is yes I am and quite healthy. We are very blessed as a family, my mother is in good health she has adapted to life without my father, and Nancy’s mother leads an active life at 93. Not to forget the theme of this tale, the pulled hamstring I was helping Alex carry boxes of documents that had to be shredded in an approved manner to preserve confidentiality. Nancy had accumulated, as it turns out about 250 pounds of such documents, a known quantity because they charge by the pound. With 12 people coming for dinner that night the boxes of documents had to be loaded that morning. I decided I could pick up the last box, if I did so carefully, so the bottom would not fall apart. I did pick this large box up and headed to the front door. In the transit I could not see and forgot the rocking chair in the living room. Tripping over the aforementioned rocking chair caused me to set the box down and hobble clutching the back of my thigh. As I supported myself on the back of a dining room chair I did unleash a loud caterwauling, something I usually reserve for church choirs. I did not curse I would note, but expressed my distress with sufficient emphasis. For the last ten days this injury has redefined my life I cannot exercise, I cannot seem to sit, walk, stand, or sleep for normal lengths of time. My hobbling around like Chester from Gunsmoke at church has been amusing to all those old enough to remember Chester from Gunsmoke.
As I slowly recover I am forced to reflect I am lucky, if not invincible. My life like everyone’s can be overturned by a single unexpected event. ...
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