It has been a few days since I blogged and there really hasn’t been much happening in my life worth writing about. I suppose you all have heard by now that 2011 is past and 2012 is here; it’s in all the newspapers. I planned to be awake when the ball fell in Times Square but somehow I completely missed it. I haven’t seen Sammy since Christmas, but he is coming to spend the afternoon with us today.
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Mark is broken. He seems to be the man who knows how to finish a year off with a slam-bang. While practicing the art of a self-powered flying furnace repairman, a seven-foot ladder with a sense of humor skedaddled from beneath him and before he could flap his wings, his head hit concrete and he thought about becoming an astronomer as the sky was suddenly filled with stars, meteors, and shooting comets; in the background he could hear Lady Gaga singing “I Like It Rough”. He eventually realized his head was more pliant than his leg; he had broken his tibia near his knee. He and I both are riding crutches but for the most part I can get by on just one stick; bet he can’t do that yet. I hope he doesn’t have to undergo surgery and have pins or screws or rods or plates placed in the break; it is near the knee and may be troublesome to heal properly without some mechanical aids. He is itching to go to France this year; I can think of nothing more recuperating than for him to spend a week or two on one of the Riviera’s famed totally nude beaches.
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Have a great Worshday, everyone!
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Mark is broken. He seems to be the man who knows how to finish a year off with a slam-bang. While practicing the art of a self-powered flying furnace repairman, a seven-foot ladder with a sense of humor skedaddled from beneath him and before he could flap his wings, his head hit concrete and he thought about becoming an astronomer as the sky was suddenly filled with stars, meteors, and shooting comets; in the background he could hear Lady Gaga singing “I Like It Rough”. He eventually realized his head was more pliant than his leg; he had broken his tibia near his knee. He and I both are riding crutches but for the most part I can get by on just one stick; bet he can’t do that yet. I hope he doesn’t have to undergo surgery and have pins or screws or rods or plates placed in the break; it is near the knee and may be troublesome to heal properly without some mechanical aids. He is itching to go to France this year; I can think of nothing more recuperating than for him to spend a week or two on one of the Riviera’s famed totally nude beaches.
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Have a great Worshday, everyone!
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