But I'll Get Back On My Feet Someday
For the last 5 weeks, we have had our good friend and builder, Pete Bowden in the house working on a remodel of the guest bathroom. Starting Monday, we are having visitors from Alaska, Howard Diamond and his son, Jack and we wanted to get the job done before they arrive.
What happened was this: Pete and I were taking a break. Well, Pete was having his tea time and I was sitting in the kitchen bullshitting with him and having a cup of coffee.
Kimberly had just come back from Yoga and had her shoes off and walked into the leg of a stool in the kitchen.
Now when somebody stubs their toe on the leg of a chair, and we all have, there is always the cry of pain and tears and rubbing and going for ice and sympathy. But Kimberly didn't say a word. in fact, we didn't even know it happened.
Later in the day, she tells me she thinks she broke her toe.
I think she broke her toe, too.
This may affect the tramp we intended to take with Howie and Jack.
Lucky she is a nurse and knows what to do. Also lucky New Zealand has free health care for all so she can get one of those funny shoes if necessary.
But she says that ain't happening.
She already figures to wear an old Birkenstock way before she puts on one of those orthopedic devices.
"No one can get no sleep,