Bleck

Bad dizzy spell when returning to the apartment today, and still recovering, so not much of an update at the moment. Good news: bathtub is in and looks great. Bad news: I think Cthulhu is in the kitchen. Otherwise:

Packing.

Sleeping.

Renovating.

Packing.

Sleeping.

Head thunk.

Bathtub is in.

Walls are changing colors.

Bone weary.

Bed again.

ouch, cat. OUCH.

pretty much that.

At Ace's Hardware Store

Me, with pleased surprise at seeing an acquaintance: Hey you!

Acquaintance: Hey! Been run over by any more trucks lately?

Me: Nope. The new policy of truck avoidance is working well.

Ace's cashier…..: What?

Acquaintance: Yeah, she and her trike got run over by a semi.

Ace's cashier: Where?

Me: That horrible State Road 50 intersection at –

Ace's cashier: Oh, yeah. That one. When was this?

Me: Oh, over a year ago now. He just likes bringing it up.

Ace's cashier, looking at the cane: Oh my god. And you still aren't healed?

Me, suddenly realizing what she was thinking: Oh, this? No, this is unrelated.

After leaving the store I realized that it wasn't quite as unrelated as all that, but I am amused by how many people hear the truck story and assume that is why I use a wheelchair/cane, rather than realizing that it was quite the other way around: I wouldn't have been on the trike without that wheelchair/cane.