A few weeks ago I had a day that was a comedy of errors. Zee and I live about 100 yards from our daughter Lillian and her husband Mike. I’m headed to Lily’s house to get two boxes of cereal that Lily had bought for me at the big Costco store in San Luis Obispo and if you want to be part of the new crowd in town then it’s spelled SLO = Sloooow.

           Lily had parked her utility tractor that she was cleaning corrals with at the gate going into her yard then on into her house to get for me, two boxes of cereal that could only be bought at Costco in SLO. So with two big boxes of cereal that made me walk with my head up. Out the door I went but unbeknownst to me in just a few more steps I was about to be sent flying as one of the two forks that were designed to lift things that could weigh up to a ton and was about three inches off the ground that would grab my right ankle and send me on one of those “oh shit journeys to the hard-packed gravel of lilies driveway, this going to hurt” My reaction we’re still good enough that I threw the cereal boxes which I should have kept for protection so I could do a lip first faceplant and slap my two hands face down on the gravel. After laying on the gravel for a few moments I decided it was time to get up. Bringing my two hands up under me in a quasi push up position I found that my left hand didn’t have any lift left. My lips were now starting to spurt blood that was more than I could spare if not stopped, because I’m one who takes blood thinners. Well fortunately Lilly was just coming out her front door and looked over to see her crumpled-up father in a heap. Luck is again with me as Lily's daughter Sage was close at hand. So between the two of them and me helping a little bit we were able to get me standing up right. Lily is our resident veterinarian that has no degrees to put on her living room wall but knows an awful lot about how to pull a calf that is too big for’s birth canal and how to stop one who’s spitting out a fair amount of blood. 

        I’m sitting down now in the kitchen of my house and thinking that if I was 17 instead of 87 I would have jumped up cussed the tractor fork probably kicked the fork that would have immobilized my Big Toe for a minute or two and I would then add to my book of knowledge “don’t kick forks with your Big Toe on a tractor.” 

            l’m a great believer in luck and I’ve had a lot in my life. Again Lily comes to my rescue as she had not that long ago broken her left wrist and she had one these new Velcro casts that would stabilize a person’s wrist, it fit perfectly so the idea of going to see a doctor was becoming less and less necessary and besides the medical profession pretty well closes up shop on the weekends and the emergency room at our local hospital would probably cost me a year’s wages to give me a Velcro Casts and tell me to come back on Monday for an X-ray and diagnosis. 

      It’s Tuesday now and I’m sleeping well with Two Tylenol pain pills. I’m going to get an X-ray as Doctor Lillian prescribed. Then Wednesday my doctor will tell me you fractured your wrist, you still have Atrofibrelation, you’ve got a few precancerous moles that I’m going to freeze them till dead, your Cholesterol is good as is your Prostate. Well Doc what do I do now? He said “why don’t you watch where you put your feet.” 

                        See Ya 

                          Jack 

Update 6/7/23: Jack is back up and at ‘em and is proud as punch about how fast he’s healed up.