Fussing, Venting, and Ranting – Sorry

I shouldn’t beat myself up, but I am – both physically and mentally it would seem. Yesterday on my way to therapy I tripped on the curb and dropped to my knees on the cement. I didn’t think too much of it at the time even though three people rushed to me and asked if I was okay. I brushed it off with the typical joke, “First day with my new feet.” They gave me really odd looks and I didn’t understand why. I swear it didn’t hurt at the time. Boy let me tell you, it hurts like hell now and both knees are badly bruised now. My fall must have looked really bad to them yesterday. If only it had stopped there. Continue reading

Harvest Season

Harvest time has come to my parents field. I haven’t had much involvement with it this year so I don’t know what all they planted. I know that my dad complained that they didn’t thin out their radishes like they should have so those did grow well. They seemed okay too me. Spicy as hell and a bit fibrous – perfect for snacking on if you ask me. Dad is hard to please though. I’m guessing that he wanted radishes suited for salads. Continue reading