Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I invoked Mitchell in my title because those of us who know and love Mitchell understand he's a wee bit accident prone.
I had a little accident of my own a few days ago. I was removing some of the lower stems and fronds* from the large philodendron in my backyard because Franklin likes to hide under it when he attempts to stay out all night. I can't go to bed with my man out of the house. At 3 a.m. he'd probably change his mind and want to come in, which would lead to barking that would wake up everyone within 100 miles or so and I'd have to drag my sorry ass out of bed.
The big hedge clippers and I tried to cut through an especially sturdy stem and whoosh! The clippers rebelled and jumped out of my hands. If it had been a movie, they would have somersaulted in the air and landed blades down sunk in the ground right next to my feet. I don't know about you, but I don't live in a movie; therefore, the clippers landed with a thud on my right foot. I'm happy to say it was the handles and not the blades.
It hurt like a sonovabitch. I lowered my head and in my mind said terrible, nasty words. I didn't want to react in front of Franklin and Penelope because I knew they would be frightened if I yelled.
I limped to the garage, put away the clippers, and limped toward the house as I realized something wet was coming out of my foot. I had a cut on my big toe. I cleaned and bandaged it. It's healing. My foot is still swollen and very sore. I think my big toe is broken so I taped it to its sister toe and iced it regularly.
I've stayed in place as much as possible this week. I might be able to put on a shoe tomorrow, or at least a sandal.
I'm sorry I'm behind on responding to your kind comments and reading your blog posts. I have catching up to do and will do it as long as I can stay away from flying hedge clippers. For now, though, we're headed to bed.
Infinities of love,
*I have no idea if they're called stems and fronds but I don't know what else to call them.
**I took this photo in much wetter times. It's dry in the yard now and the weather is beautiful––sunny, blue skies, highs about 80 and lows around 70.