Renewed and invigorated, spurred on by significant dates, driven to use today as a watershed. Resolved. Hungover.
Last year saw just 19 new posts – that’s not really trying, is it ?! Yet, approximately 15,000 hits. We just like the old stuff, huh ?
So, new year, new resolutions, trusty hangover cure.
Last year’s earnings target was surpassed by a variety of means, all legal but not all from my efforts in 2013. (Ah, the good ‘ol tax break. ) So, earnings target for 2014 is just £6k – $10,000 – to pay for this year’s planned (almost) big trip. More news on that later.
More creativity, more writing, more playing of music – just MORE .
I would like to thank my trusty regular readers without whom I’d feel pretty lonely and all those who left a comment. Thank you. I would like to apologise to all those accidental readers who Googled something inane and ended up here by mistake. Be specific next time.
And so, since it is the season of TV repeats, and because it is 2 years since this post first launched me into WordPress stardom, let’s hear it for my Greatest Hit (thunderous applause, whistles, underwear thrown on stage)……. Let’s sit back and enjoy, one more time ……….
Another sandwich related injury..
01 Tuesday Feb 2011
Now, I’ll admit that I’m quite smug about the fact that I’m reasonably fit and, as I approach my late fifties, I’m no couch potato. My resting heart rate is practically reptilian. I run at least twice a week and cycle when not running. But I can’t fathom those strange injuries that come from nowhere. How does that happen? I don’t mean the knicks and scratches we all get from time to time from failing to acknowledge an advancing blade but those “I can’t believe I did that” moments.
A few years ago I snapped the tendons in my middle finger of my right hand. I heard a distinct snap and as my finger waved around in the breeze, as it were, all I could think about as how am I going to play my guitar now. Years of fingerstyle practice down the drain. Maybe I’ll have to learn the harmonica. With a certain amount of shock and worry I cradled my finger down to A&E.
The triage nurse gave me a quizzical look. “How did you do it, sir?”
“I was changing a sheet on the bed, “ I whispered.
“Changing the bed,” I said a little louder. She typed something into her terminal trying not to smirk. I could see it. Then, with a dramatic hand clap, she shouted her colleagues.
“Okay, ladies, let’s go. Go. We’ve got to get this guy patched up pretty quick. He does housework !”
Sheepishly I picked my way through the crutches, plaster casts and wheel chairs to the front of the queue.
For the next 3 months I was strapped to a lollipop stick which slammed into the dashboard every time I drove the car or nearly took my eye out washing and shaving. I listened to Sonny Boy Williamson records constantly.
Image from sonnyboy.com
But the lovely nurses did their job perfectly and I was back doing housework in no time.
Which brings me to yesterday. I was tucking into my lunchtime sandwich.
Image. Ham and Cheese Sandwich
Not a huge sandwich – I didn’t need lifting gear or anything. It was a 2-hander though to keep the filling in – ham and cheese – jamon y queso (I’ve been learning Spanish) – and just as I was raising my lunch to contact point………..I cricked my shoulder. Damn, ouch, how did that happen? I couldn’t move it for a while. I massaged and wriggled. I had visions (“Just exactly how did you dislocate your shoulder, sir ?” “Okay, let’s get this guy patched up – he’s hungry !” ) ……..
Damn, my shoulder hurts this morning. I massaged and wriggled and took a coupla’ pills till the pain went down. But, hey, how on earth do these things happen ? It’s my sanding arm, too.
I guess I’ll treat it gently and get some deep heat spray on it. All I can say is, take care out there, folks, life’s a minefield.
Image from HappyWomenLoveMen………(no comment)
8 thoughts on “And we’re off ………….”
i just pulled a muscle reading this Al 🙂 …happy noo yeer and continue…
Haha, thanks, Tony. and to you too … 🙂
A jolly good read as always. Having just done my personal financial reconcilliation I have the princely sum of £2.58 in my current account with bills to come off, my own personal expenses (beer, fags, cocaine…….sorry coca cola etc) and two weeks until pay day. Dag nabbit Yuletide – (and the inland revenue) you always get my year off to a great start. Have a good one Al and keep posting!!
Thank you very muchly, your Lordship. I’m sorry to hear that the war chest is depleted. Throw another serf on the fire and hang in there till the Red Cross arrive. Have a prosperous 2014 yerself, sir. Pip pip.
I was a bit horrified that my enforced absence in Spain with the rescue pup meant I had only one post a month in Sept/Oct/Nov – and those from an internet cafe. Still I think I managed more than 19 for the rest of the year, and it gave my long-suffering readers a well-deserved rest.
Spanish jamón and queso sarnies come a bit bigger than that. Careful in June, you may end up dislocating your shoulder.
Haha, yes, I’ll bring lifting gear. 🙂
If not for the FP, I might never have found you, so thanks WordPress! 🙂
Happy new year Alan! May 2014 be prolific and wonderful. Wishing you all the very bestest.
… and a happy new year to you too, Mun, and Huz and Amu, too. Looking forward to more of your posts – I enjoy them so much. Stay well and best wishes to you all.