Friday, September 12, 2014

Clopping Around

Time passes, lower body un-wellness I have been assured by the professionals, is improved by a specialized repose that I am beginning to think only the Yogis from the Indian Subcontinent have mastered.  It requires the injured extremity to be higher above the ground than the heart. This might be something a Bat can manage for hours at a time, but I don't believe the Gardener is emotionally or physically capable of lounging around head down for more than about two and a half minutes at a time.

 And I'll tell you this much, it's a big interruption to routine. One can't just leap up visit a Compost Pile. Oh No. The simplest thing has to be plotted, well in advance. And then there's the clopping around in the prescription footwear. It's the kind of shoe one might expect to see on the foot of a beatnik in Cancun. However for the budding writer, who is determined to understand the semi-colon, and the various spellings of the word 'nature,' it might be a wonderful opportunity.

2 comments:

Gin said...

When a staircase hands you lemons....

tim candler said...

Yep, It's tough at the bottom of the stairs