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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Daughter on “self-destruct!” •
It’s well known that I tend to be clumsy and trip and bang myself up
frequently. As a matter of fact, last Thursday, I slid across the front
porch on my hands and knees, chasing a dog who was chasing a cat. And
yes, my arthritic hips really hurt! For a change though, and a strange change at that, it’s daughter Dana who is now in peril of self-destructing. Normally, really confident and competent, especially outdoors, this past week or so, she’s outdone even me! First,
chopping kindling with a hatchet (not firewood, not an axe) some of the
kindling popped up, smacked her right in the nose (which has been
broken at least five times already). She looked really funny for a
while and tended to list to the side and her eyes teared up a lot. Couple
days later, she was cooking a really nice meal for both houses and
somehow, and even I don’t understand how and I’m a world champion at
burning myself, she managed to lay the front and back sides of her
wrist against two different pots. The burn on the front side looked at
least like a third degree burn. It was hideous and looked very painful. Around that same time, she managed to slice at least three and maybe four fingers very badly. And
this weekend, she topped everything off, when she tried to walk up our
three wet wooden steps to the side door and her wet shoe slid off and
she hit the side of her knee and shin on the corner of the step. She
has a goose egg-sized lump now, with horrible bruising, right below her
knee cap. She also has a pretty good limp, which all inspired one of my
brothers to ask her Sunday afternoon if she was trying to self-destruct. Apparently she is... •
My niece Sister (Dawn) has picked up a new nickname — Zsa Zsa — from
Green Acres (even though Zsa Zsa’s sister Eva played Lisa Douglas in
the sitcom). Sister, unlike Lisa Douglas, is having a ball on “the farm.” Donkee
has already learned to run straight to her for hugs and kisses and
patting — the same donkey that wouldn’t let us touch him. All
the horses come right to her for petting and feeding. It’s quite a
sight to see the normally classic dressed with perfect makeup Sister
running around chopping wood or feeding the animals in one of my old
T-shirts, old jeans and my purple Crocs. She won’t let me take her
picture. Sunday, she rode around on “the big green tractor.” “...it’s the life for me...”
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