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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sunday morning. Even though it's late in the morning, no one is stirring here. Linda woke up sometime this morning with a headache and is still dozing on the couch. Both of the dogs are following suit. If we aren't up and moving, they won't either. So I decided to stretch my fingers some this morning. I pull this app up often with the intent of typing. Then I just sit and stare at it, or read some of the stuff I wrote before. I have the idea that I'll write something, and then sit and wonder what it is. I don't really lack for ideas, starters, subjects, but when I get here, they run away and hide. I'm pretty frustrated by it all. I could be doing something. Instead, I just waste time. When I think of all the time I could have been productive over the last couple of years, I feel embarrassed and mad. I feel like I just stayed in the moment, and didn't think about the bigger picture, about how all this time wasted staring and surfing adds up to suddenly a couple of years. I will now swear to be better, to write more, to improve what I do every day, and earnestly mean it. Here's hoping that this will be the day it sticks. I had a good week. Last Sunday, we drove to NC to see the family. It was a quiet visit, not a lot of running around, no scheduled events except dinner. I did want to go to Boone with my sister, but other family members came to visit, so that got shot down. Ah well. I did get to go to a state park for an hour or so and shoot a few pics. I went to Stone Mountain with the intent of getting a couple of pictures of the front side. Little did I know that now you can't drive right up to the front anymore, unless you have a handicap sticker. I either have to get in better shape and walk in for about a mile to get the picture, or get me one of those stickers. Now I have a goal. No, not the sticker. Maybe this will motivate my fat ass to get back on that treadmill like I should. Driving six hours anymore has become old hat to me. It's not that like a trip around the block or anything, but I have made the trip so many times now that I know how much coffee to drink, where to stop for it, which place has the easiest access, where the nicest restrooms are. I go by rest areas and comment that my dogs have pooped there. My back can withstand the sitting, but I get really stiff. Linda does a better job of staying awake than she used to, but you can be sure that for some portion of the trip you will not be talking to her. She'll be snoozing. When we got home Thursday, we came straight into the house and sat around for a bit. I went back out to unload the car, and brought in the first load, the big suitcase and a couple of sling bags. When I went back out, I stepped off the porch, and as I stepped on the second tread, it snapped in two. I plunged straight down about four feet, leg first. My foot went all the way to the ground, with the other one caught on the next step. I was literally in up to my armpits. And in blinding pain, since I had peeled the skin off my right shin for about three inches, in one spot exposing the shin bone. During this whole thing, Linda was blithely watching a DVR's version of The Bachelorette, right inside the door. She never heard a thing. I was struggling to get back up, and looked back at the door. Nothing. I pulled myself partly up, and could feel blood running down my leg already. I knew that I had hurt it, but couldn't see it yet. I pulled my self up a little more, and looked at the door. Nothing. So now, I yelled for Linda. I knew that I could climb out on my own, and that Linda did not need to help me. But I just felt that if I was going to be suffering out here on this porch, stuck in chest-deep and bleeding from a still unseen but potentially fatal gash on my leg, she needed to be there. Nothing. I looked around, and lying near me was a little bumblebee figure that had been hanging from the porch awning. It had fallen sometime before, and was behind a flowerpot on the porch. I picked it up and flung it at the door. Nothing. I started climbing out, and finally Linda appeared in the door, and came out to see what was going on. So at least she was standing there, looking over my shoulder as I pulled my leg up to look. I could see a nickle-sized spot of shin bone, before blood covered it up. It's three days later now, and that spot is still bloody, and the rest of it is still runny/weepy. Yesterday, I replaced all of the steps leading to the porch. We have also agreed to rebuild the steps, adding a landing. Our steps are really steep, and already caused Linda a bit of stress climbing them. I also trimmed some weeds, blew off some debris, and cooked a London broil on the grill. It was a pretty full day. I love a summer day. This one was a pretty good ending for a vacation.
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