So some days one is quite chuffed, and makes his way home in the ice, stopping even at Aldi and trying to get some Thai food, only to find the restaurant is closed because of inclement weather.
And then one clambers up the back steps with Circus harmony music bag, a grocery bag, and a packed briefcase from work.
And then one opens the front door, takes a look at the concrete steps, and sees no issues . . . only to find that the last two steps are ice covered. Of course one might also have broken two bones in the same leg in two consecutive years, and be terrified of falling on stairs, and always hold onto the railing.
Taking that penultimate step, one might conceivably go down on one’s buttocks, landing hard on the os sacrum against the leading edge of a concrete step. One might conceivably also be in quite a bit of discomfort.
After taking to bed for two hours, then struggling to stand up, one might lounge in his chair, seated on a coccyx pillow, a massage pillow perched against his lower back, with the heat on. And one might feel a bit of relief.
One might also decide to make sausage rolls. And watch basketball.
And like usual, I don’t recognize this guy. I was talking about working for Silver Dollar City? REALLY? And for conservative Congressman Gene Taylor? SERIOUSLY? (That’s an earlier letter, but part and parcel of the search for who I was going to become, while I was in my last year of college.)
Two nephews and a niece each have birthdays this month.
I recall visiting Karen in the hospital after Blayne was born. He is the first child born to either of my sisters, and that made his birth truly special.
Anna is the niece born in November. Her birth, right at Thanksgiving, was welcomed by my parents on a brief furlough from Argentina. (That trip would be the last time any of us saw Mom, since she died not long after, in Argentina.) I visited Beth in the hospital the day after Thanksgiving, if I recall correctly.
And then Joseph came along fourteen years ago. I was in Muncie, Indiana at the time, as had to wait a few weeks to great the last of the nephews.