Pratfall. in A small but passable life.

It finally stopped raining. In about forty-eight hours we received about eight inches of rain. But luckily the wet part of the cold air system that dumped frozen precipitation on Texas and Oklahoma turned north before it arrived here. We turned colder but we’re dry.

Liam Dog and I went out for a walk yesterday afternoon. I wore my Walking Coat for the first time in over a year. My wool gloves and toque were still in the pockets.

When Daughter got home from work I rode with her for a few errands. I returned that second book. We stopped by the credit union and the grocery store. She dropped me off at the house and she went in the opposite direction for more errands.

One of my favorite authors on here has written about a couple of pratfalls she’s taken lately. As an actor she needs the practice. (Just kidding!) Anyway, after being woken up early this morning by and not being allowed to fall back to sleep by a couple of uncut whining shithead dogs (Liam Dog and Petey Dog) carrying on about a bitch in heat running around loose in the neighborhood, I decided to just get up and put on a pot of coffee. I put Petey Dog on his lead out front and let Liam Dog out the back door. When it was time for Liam Dog to come in I looked out and seen him sniffing up a pretty girl dog in the alley. He wouldn’t come when I called so I went after him. And of course since it is 28 degrees outside there was frost on the back steps and down I went. I hollered at Liam Dog and he came running. He knew I was pissed. Shithead.

So yeah. I don’t think my left arm is broken, even though my left hand is totally numb right now. There is also a nice bloody gash from the elbow to the wrist. I washed it up good with liquid soap and hot water and let it drip dry. I took an ibuprofen. Now I’ll sit here and drink my three cups of coffee.

I’ll have to hide the injury from Daughter and keep mum about it until it heals or she’ll be dragging me to the ER. I will speak up if the feeling doesn’t return to my hand or the arm starts swelling up. It’s not the first time that arm or hand has been sacrificed for the good of the rest of the body. Scapegoat and fall guy for sure. Half dozen scars and counting!

I got an email from the library this morning. there is another book waiting for me to pick up. Oh yeah. I may walk over there this afternoon. The only thing I have to read here are three paperbacks of sci-fi short stories, one with a bookmark in it. I’m kinda saving those for the next time I’m out in the forest for a month.

I heard something worth quoting:

“History is the lie told by the winners.”

I think that is brilliant. And says it all. It came from one of the speakers on this panel:

Those World Science Festival talks are about the only logical thing the human race is doing right now. I can’t get enough of them. No idiots screaming agendas, just discussion.

Anyway, I think I’m going to get some bags of frozen veggies out of the freezer and build me an ice pack for my arm. We’ll add frostbite to the maladies.