a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label finding a great rock. Show all posts
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Monday, September 2, 2013

Labor Day Laboring

 Here I fell
The metamorphic rock, iron ore or meteorite I was after was worth it.  My arm was cut and my behind bruised.  Hubby asked if he needed to help me up and out.  I said, No, thanks, I'm contemplating.

He reminded me while I sat there where I had fallen that those were my Crocks and "not for the desert".  I am not prejudice. Sometimes I don't think how things sound.  At the hospital a nurse asked how comfortable they were and I said, "Great but not good for the desert".  Hubby started talking fast because I had stuck my foot in my mouth and didn't even know it.  The nurse was Mexican-American and Hubby was telling her how we had just vacationed in the Southwest and I went bare footed in the desert.  When the nurse left she was smiling but Hubby said, You should have seen her face when you said that!

I think people sometimes are too sensitive.
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