The Giving of Thanks

 Just because the world's coming to an end doesn't mean we have to shut down this phenomenal blog.  I'm getting straightened out over here and stepping up with the blogging for my readers who have been with me through thick and thin lo these many decades. If you are reading these words at this moment in time, I thank you both heartily.  You're the reason I do this grueling work. 

Here's the latest with leeway:

Last Sunday I broke my toe.  I was walking down the stairs, carrying sundry objects, and I skipped that crucial last step.  Hard to understand how or why that happened, but it did. Lots of things are hard to understand right now and this is one of them. I just have to deal with it.

In the slippage I came down hard on all the toes on my left foot. Sprawled on the floor, screeching in agony, I feared the worst, but X-ray technology showed that I broke only my large toe, also called the great toe, or the hallux.  When Orthopedist Pal JR, disclosed that my hallux was cracked, I complained, "Rats. It's one of my favorite toes."

JR commiserated, "It's the one that goes to market."  

Truer words were never spoken.  

I have to wear the boot for one month which seems excessive for one toe, but the good news is I had a boot in the closet that I wore last time I damaged my left foot by breaking it in two different places when I fell in the backyard on my birthday after challenging Husbandman, "Race you to the car!"  

The boot is cumbersome, but I'm tough and I rarely complain about stuff like boots. Not thrilled to be wearing the boot on the 5 hour flight to Seattle tomorrow, but maybe I can take it off and leave it in the aisle when people aren't up and about. 

In conclusion, today I give thanks to readers, doctor friends, boots in closets, and vacations.  Soon we'll be making the hand turkeys of 2024.