Let me just say that a fractured rib is not the best thing you could have. Perhaps the shingles, or acne, or maybe a migraine headache--but a fractured rib? No. Each time I move it feels like a cannibal is sticking me with his arrow on a pole or maybe hanging me over a pot of boiling water. So, I do my best not to move. However, this is not the easiest thing you can do. Perhaps it's easier stick your hand in an alligator's jaws or put your head into a lion's mouth than it is to not move. Once in a while you have to go to the bathroom if nothing else. Oh, yes, I almost forgot! You have to get off the couch to get to the kitchen in order to have your dinner, and then after dinner you have to move back to the couch. Then at these times you curse the day and the way that you broke your rib. Actually, and strangely, I haven't a clue as to how this happened. I don't remember falling--no that didn't happen; and I don't remember banging into any wall or engaging in fisticuffs with some old codger. No. The rib just broke on its own volition. Monday, however, I have to go for a bone density test to see if I have osteoporosis. Why not? I have everything else.
Even in pain, I'm following through on teaching "Hamlet" to my Shakespeare class. I'm finding, though, that the energy I once had doing this is sadly lacking because after 90 minutes, I'm thoroughly pooped out. I can't even imagine teaching five classes in a row as I once did. I feel like Petrucchio in "Kiss Me Kate" when he sings "Where is the life that late I led? Where is it now? Totally dead!" I love that show and I'm sorry that we never offered it here in Huntington Lakes. It would be lots of fun, and the leading man gets to spank the leading lady. And how would that go over here? We had enough problems with Prof. Higgins speaking harshly to Eliza Doolittle.
Got a lovely comment from Phil Bergovoy on the blog about son Bobby making the centerfold of the Harley-Davidson magazine. Phil always has such nice things to say about my kids and the Ross family in general.
(Incidentally, PB, I'm the first to have mentioned Bobby kicking the first field goal in North Shore H.S.'s history. I don't know where I mentioned it, but it was mentioned for sure.) I can't wait to publish "Pater Noster in Condoland Vol. IV" which I plan to dedicate to Coach B. And before that happens, I am adopting him into the Ross family as an honorary uncle. So from now on, he's to be known as Uncle Phil (and Aunt Hindy). Maybe with him in the family, now, we'll all get Christmas presents. I am not making him Jewish...or a Democrat...or a liberal. He is free to wear his own livery. But with the Inauguration of Obama coming shortly, he may decide to go into hibernation. But that's OK. He's a Bear of a man...or should I say a Lion? He will forever be a beloved icon to me and let me "...write it down in my tables."
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Strangely enough, I told Phil the other day that I feel he's "the uncle I never had." It would have been nicer if you had made him our honorary uncle many years ago, when I often needed advice from someone who I respected for his wisdom, but who wasn't my father -- not to mention someone who could get things done behind the scenes. I hope he accepts the offer.
It occurs to me that Joel (who had several uncles, none of whom had the qualifications) that you needn''t have waited for PB to be created in the Ross family in order to have confided in him, instead of to your wise father. But Red Baron understands where you're coming from.
Joel made me say "uncle" alot when he was bigger than I, and now I know who this "uncle" must have been...it was Phil!
Mr. January might disagree with you about the shingles thang ...
What she said!
Since I have been the Baron's brother for many years, of course I have been Joel's uncle. We share a strong bond--love for the Rouge one.
And, whether y'all like it or not, that goes for Robin, Bobby, and Bonnie.
As for you, Pinup Bobby Ross, it's difficult if not impossible to believe that Joel would in any way harm his beloved younger brother.
He showed his trust in you by becoming a biker. There is no greater love than that gesture. You are not just the insignificant l'il brother. You are a man in your own right.
May both of you ride on and on and on!
Doc, I know that you do only what your doctors tell you to do. I don't which may be why I am physically better off than I was 5 years ago. Actually, that isn't all that good, but it is what it is.
Have you ever considered taking a calcium supplement, say 1000 mg. daily, with 400 mg. of Vitamin D? Oh, you already take that.
In that case, I recommend a suit of armor to protect you from being assaulted by walls, pieces of furniture and fire hydrants.
If that is impractical, your ingenuity will doubtless devise a way to overcome the hostility of supposedly inanimate objects.
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