There But for Grace Go I?

I kind of did a number on my foot the other day, falling off the platform at the boat house. I got hurt in a way I’ve become familiar with from repetition over the years. I didn’t sprain my ankle or break bones, but I bruised my foot and possibly pulled muscles. Bruising welled up around my ankle, which hurt on and off, and the arch of my foot ached. These two pains seemed to trade off, one taking over for a while, then the other, then both going away, only to pop back up when I started feeling confident. Continue reading →

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A Gustatory War of Attrition

The day before the forecasted hottest day of the week, Michelle divided our milk jug into several containers. She put one, a lidded carafe, in the cool box, and the rest in the root cellar. This morning I grabbed the carafe, and, as I always do took an experimental sniff. No odor whatsoever. All seemed well, but when I tried to pour the milk on my cereal, I found I was mistaken! Continue reading →

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