So I get this call, and it's Daddy (a little strange because the woman who's house I have been working on asked me about my dad today. I told her the usual answer. He's alive, as far as I know). Apparently he's put in 35 applications over the last week and hasn't heard a thing. I explained that I am jobless too right now. Still skating like crazy, that I love it, but no job.
He didn't ask what I meant about skating. I doubt he even knows about Derby. I mean, he knows what it is, of course, but I don't think he knows I do it. He just got off the phone. Limited minutes, you know (on a "private" number? aren't those usually land lines? I still have a San Diego number. hmmm). I wished him well.
Meanwhile, I took pictures of my injuries, which really don't do them justice, but I think you'll get the idea.
6 comments:
Mighty impressive!
Wow! I could post pics of my bruised knee and leg from when I wiped out on my motorcycle in October, but that would get too uncomfortable, comparing bruises, in a "Lethal Weapon 3" sorta way.
wowzers ouch!
Oh, no, Sensei. We all want to witness a public courtship. Really.
As long as I get to be Joe Pesci.
Ouch.
Ouch. Did you have kneepads on?
Obasso, thanks. I am whining about it to anyone who will listen. It's what I do.
Sensei-I don't think I remember that movie.
Gretta-Yup
Rich-Once again, missed that one.
Chickie-No, I didn't, which is why they are so bad. i fall ALL THE TIME, but my pads protect me.
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