Dexter back to old self takes me for a walk through the hood- noticing colours that are unusual- purple berries (?)
and wonderful bright blue lights tangled in the brush and aged fence.
But what I did not notice was the ditch behind me, as I backed up to get more of the fence in the shot- falling into the ditch and pulling some crazy string in the back of my leg, Shouting some exclamation of scat and raw sexual act- the elf heard and saw...
This walk is SO over, hobbling home very slowly - Dexter wondering why I am such a snail
all of a sudden.
Oh good, we are passing the clay birds, means we only have about two more blocks to walk...
Neighbors rebuilt their house- put up a deer fence and on every post have a guardian clay bird perched.
We arrive at home I crawl up the steps- make it to the med cabinet and gobble a couple of Advil.
When I was little, to calm myself or when I was ill I colored- the pictures were already there so it was mindless activity , just cruising thought the crayon box and staying in the lines.
Friends, who own the best book store in the land ,are having a coloring contest with a printed out drawing of the two of them portrayed as Mr. and Mrs. Santa. I took three copies the last time I was there- just in case...So glad I did, who knew that I would NEED to color!!!
a little glitter- all of the presents in the bag are for ME!
Since we have been friends for a very long time- they will "get" this one especially...again, everything in the bag is for ME!!!
Coloring and Advil- nothing quite like the combo for taking one away from a fall in the ditch.
Much better today, thank you. Watch your step, please, especially when going backwards- falling at this old age is not quite as bouncy as it once was...