I fell getting off the couch for dinner tonight, and I could just not get back in my chair or on to the couch.
You know those nature shows where a trapped animal just gets more and more flustered and exhausted, and you know that it is doomed, even though if it just relaxed and looked at things clearly, it could easily escape. But no, the eagle swoops in and with its great talons rips the poor bunny who was just stuck in some brush.
It was kind of like that, although relaxing doesn't help me get back in my chair and the talons are the arms of my 72-year-old father who did not admit helping me up hurt him.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(168)
-
▼
May
(15)
- Guess my weight? No, really, please
- I want another option
- Don't go there, but I did
- Rolling Drizzle
- My cursing needs to get its priorities straight
- Meeting Springsteen
- I wanna dance with somebody
- Genghis Matt
- It was still "goddamned good"
- My nephew boldly goes ...
- Matty and the Dog
- Like a poor little bunny
- Want to go to a Springsteen concert, Natalie Portman?
- Just let me marry Michael Chabon and that's all
- The Lorax would be pissed
-
▼
May
(15)
3 comments:
i have thought of dad as many things. Never as an eagle with talons swooping down on a poor bunny. Thanks, now you have warped me for life.
mtc
ps I hope you both are OK
Our dear Daddy.
You make me see him in new ways.
JTG
Dad as eagle is new, but not me as poor, little bunny?
Post a Comment