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Sunday, November 14, 2004

Bad to worse

In the space of one week: a heavy door slams my best and healthiest wrist right in the carpals.

A few days after, I drop a heavy green-glass garden cloche ( a big bell jar to protect plant seedlings) on my big toe. And broke it. The toe, that is.

To the fiend with the voodoo doll, please don't make my unsafe-at-any-speed mother drive over to our place for an unscheduled, unannounced visit, and get out of her car, leaving her car in drive with the keys in and the handbrake off, so that it rolls down the street, across the road and into a ditch, coming to rest over the Joneses' custom wooden mailbox, flattened and in flinders beneath the front end of the vehicle. And don't make her skip ringing my doorbell, an have her instead walk up a steep hill to yet another neighbor's to ask to use the phone (in hopes that my husband and I would not discover her mishap?)

...nevermind, voodoo man. The police are here.

Update:

Indignantly: "I didn't have an accident. The car rolled away from me."

P.S. Gentle reader: stay out of farmer's markets until further notice.

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