Sometimes, important life facts are pointed out to me in such a way, they cannot help but goad my contrarian nature, and thereby elicit a completely inappropriate response.
I recently celebrated a birthday that , by the old rules, would have me in the middle of my term here.
To which I internally said, “Pah!”
Mother Nature heard me and laid out a glaring hint or two.
A few days ago, I managed to throw myself out of the shower in such a way that I broke the shower curtain, the wall mount for the shower rose, electric hair clippers, the top of the toilet and very nearly my ribs.
Nature continued to give me the hint by gently suggesting throughout the week (with red hot pokers) that maybe I hadn’t just bruised myself a little, maybe there was some more going on with my torso than what you used to bargain for when you came off the footy field.
So I scheduled a day off work. I could live without the stress of going from doctor's waiting room, to x-ray clinic, back again etc, whilst fielding calls and generally clock watching.
The leave day arrived.
And I went out and bought a ute.
In your face, Father Time.
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