Can't talk, coming down!
There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Swelling actually receding!
For the first day in six, I feel like something other than death warmed over. My yelps of glee can be heard on surrounding hilltops, to be sure.
Can't chitchat, though, since I'm going out to partake in an American Holiday Weekend tradition: mowing the lawn. Because, sensibly, when you've been bitten and laid flat out by something small and vicious, the logical thing to do is go out and tempt fate with an afternoon in the great untamed outdoors. Oh, pshaw: you know what they say - that which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
(Have I learned nothing from Steve Irwin?)
I just keep repeating to myself, "no, that light is NOT an oncoming train."
posted by Viaggiatore | 9/04/2006
4 Comments:
Yay! (Color me dancing on the hilltops in beautiful suburban Chicago). So glad to hear the pendulum has finally swung in the opposite direction. And really, going out and mowing is probably therapeutic in more ways than one. Facing your fear of the stinging creatures is like climbing back on the horse after it bucks you off. Love ya.
you know my ritual..drinking coffee and reading your blog....smiling for the first time in a long time...glad to hear that you turned the corner!!!
PS..the 8" of throbbing flesh headline almost made me choke on hot coffee!!!
virgin blogger :)
WHEW!!
Glad to see you're up and around again. We've been worried, thinking about the last time you had to go to an italian emergency room. Didn't want to bring that up when you were down!
TCB
Not to be a downer, but Steve Irwin died yesterday in Australia Great Barrier Reef by swimming too close to a sting ray. Maybe tempting fate is not such a good idea?
Mowing the lawn can wait. Take a few more days to relax. I am worried about you.
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