While I was on the road my wife fell off a ladder and broke one of her ribs. She can't walk and something is obviously wrong with her knee. She has an MRI scheduled this week.
She was filling a bird feeder. She was doing a hundred things. She always is, especially when I'm gone. There's a wheelbarrow full of mulch with a flat tire. A pump lays on the ground next to it. An opened box from Amazon on the porch. A clutch of eggs in the coop. The ladder itself, warped and overturned in the garden.
It's like the scene of a death or an evacuation- which I suppose is the same thing. One day, all you've left undone returns to the wild.
It makes sense that she got hurt feeding the birds. She's always feeding someone.
What will you be doing when you finally succumb to gravity? Was it worth the chance you took? Will anyone recognize you in it?
I've got a lot to do and none of it is on the internet. Have a great day. Take chances. Your fan,
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