NICE TO HEAR SEE RED WING BLACKBIRDS BACK
I didn’t stray too far from inside our house today. As it turns out I couldn't have done much outside anyway. About 5 days ago while in the driveway wrestling with our heavy utility trailer in our pea stone driveway I pulled the muscles in my left arm. However being a typical male instead of resting that sore arm I continued doing yard work, lifting heavy rocks and stuff plus hooked and unhooked the utility trailer two more times. This morning when I woke up I could not straighten my arm out without a lot of pain so that was the end of my plans to wash the Motorhome. Moved it back into it's spot and came in the house where I remained for the rest of the day plunked in my recliner in front of the TV. Came to the conclusion the only thing worse than nighttime TV is…….daytime TV!!
At the time of publishing tonight I still can't straighten my left arm all the way out. Discouraging because I know how long it takes for muscles to heal now at this age. And right in the middle of my Spring clean-up too. Oh ya then there’s that little hospital thingy in the morning. Gadzooks what a bummer:((
GROANER’S CORNER:(( Some years ago, Michael J. Flanagan, a successful New York contractor, was standing on the deck of the Staten Island Ferry when a car got loose and sent him into the river where he drowned. The following Sunday his widow, all decked out in deepest black, was standing on the church steps after Mass, receiving condolences and enjoying every minute of it, when an old friend of the contractor came up. "I'm sorry, Mary, for your trouble," offered the friend. "Did Mike leave you well fixed?" "Oh, he did!" she said. "He left me almost a half million dollars." "Well now, that's not bad for a man who couldn't read or write." "Nor swim either," added the widow.