Barkerburgh

A week ago yesterday (yesterday being Sunday, thus the day in question being the Sunday previous…) I fell on the road, once on the way to the library and once on the way back. There’d been that snowstorm the night previous. I had on snow boots of the type we called ’snowmobile boots’ in my youth, that are good on actual snow, but useless on partially shovelled walks or the slick sections of ploughed roads.

By Monday I was feeling it, not great pain, just annoying twinges in the right knee, my arthritic right hip, my neck and my elbow.

I thought I was getting better but the last two days I feel that I worked out for the first time in months and then somebody beat me up, and then I fell out of a tree.

(I am reminded of a joke. Ronnie, write this down. ‘A man broke his leg in two places. I guess he should stay out of those two places.’)

Back to my story. No, I guess that’s it.

(I am reminded of another joke. Ronnie. ‘I just met a man with a wooden leg named Smith. Oh. What was the name of his other leg?)

(”Madam, I fear I just ran over your cat and I would like to replace it.” “Well that’s all very well and good, but how are you at catching mice?”)

Hunh. I suddenly feel much better.

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