Ribbed in Postcards 4

Christmas day 1981 in the cottage.

The first day at work went well except for the broken rib. Yes, I said that.

Yes, I leaned over the arm of my favorite chair, and when I couldn’t reach what I dropped, I leaned harder. Snap. I’ll call the doc later today and see if she wants to add anything to my diet.

Happier topics. I think we are ready for the holiday. I have to send an email note out…maybe. I still have to pack, I still have to use my hand lightly, but right now everything seems in balance. What more could one want.

1981 Christmas Card….Only Laka was still at home.

• Himself: Gym, work, comfort.
• Herself: The Glen Campbell film isn’t scheduled for San Diego. Darn. We are scheduled for a Jeep tour of Catalina Island. They don’t tape ribs any more. Life is pretty darned good.
• Reading: A book about growing up black in Hitler’s Germany during the war years.
• Balance: Not using my hand a lot.