Lame!
It’s been a week since I put a hairline fracture in my fibula and I feel like a ghost. A ghost that sits like a big ol’ lump on the sofa with her foot elevated. I looked out the back window this afternoon and saw how the yard is just frozen in time from last Saturday. I was out there wrestling with the mofo pampas grass and chopped a bunch down. I had just filled up the yard waste container out in the alley and waved hello to a set of neighbors in their minivan when my ankle rolled and crunched. I hobbled back in the house (after pretending, quite deftly I’m sure, that I-meant-to-do-that-and-collapse-here-against-my car-bumper-now-please-drive-away-already-you-neighbors) but my pile of grass choppage and bucket and mower still sit there by the glider all askew.
Here are a few of the things I have learned this past week on the couch: how to access my work desktop remotely; all about the Puritans; how to get the most out of my iPod; “A Place in the Sun” was much darker than I expected; emperor penguins don’t just do one march but go back and forth to the sea a bunch of times in a single season; there is more to stock purchasing than “buy low, sell high” because you also want to have information about dividends; watching “30 Days of Night” on fast forward still sucked; Gomez can blow a snot bubble out his nose; there’s a super-nsaid kind of pain killer in tablet form now; like Washington, Maine also has two female senators; and, the KiTTeNMiTTeNs can really rock the house.