Life goes on whether you’re ready for it or not…

Things kind of came to a head yesterday – I ached all over and was either coming down with the flu or all those bruises were just then making themselves fully known. To say I was a genuine grumpy old man would be an understatement – all I wanted was to sit in a chair and be left alone but life goes on…

Laundry, for example, had to happen. Carrying the basket up the hill was doable, running the machine was no problem. But did you ever try to hang laundry with one arm? It’s like there’s this invisible and unusually sadistic physical therapist standing behind you – “Go ahead and lift, you know you can do it…” And just for extra Murphy Was Here points there was this obnoxious strong wind – for only yesterday – blowing it all right in my face so I had to go around – and of course I planted the poles right at the edge of that one convenient patch of smooth and level ground which makes working from the other side of the clotheslines a real pain.

Came home and my puppy wasn’t delighted with me for going off to do laundry without him…

“Play with me, Uncle Joel!”

He kept bringing me his Kong to throw, then dropping it as I tried to get a picture just to be an ass about it…

The usual game is I pick it up, tease him with it, then throw it in some random direction and he tries (and usually succeeds) to intercept it before it gets away. But I didn’t want to bend over and pick something up twenty times before he tired of the game. I was already tired of the game, and I get a vote. So eventually…

He went off to play with it by himself. Humph. Uncle Joel is a meany.

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3 Responses to Life goes on whether you’re ready for it or not…

  1. Anonymous says:

    Some days are like that. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day. I can only hope tomorrow will be better for you.

  2. Mike says:

    Oh, Joel, you had to post that it wasn’t that bad as you thought, eh. Well, it looks like uncle Murphy took that as a challenge and is now punishing you for your optimism.

    Seriously, Joel, it’s time to RICE. — Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.

  3. Anonymous says:

    It’s the 2nd and 3rd days after a gravity storm that are note worthy. Fortunately, dogs have short attention spans and don’t hold grudges.

To the stake with the heretic!