Slipp(er)y rocks
Look at the time! Where did the day get to? Actually, in my case, I know.
The afternoon took a surprising turn, when I received a phone call telling me to look at my latest text message. Double the fun! In the message, a pressured request to come to the town (we live in a world of town vs city, for everything). Bring the wallet, and make sure it contains a bank card and a health card.
Obviously, something out of the ordinary, there. After all, the away time involved a walk on a beach, against the tide tables. No matter; the dog and I saddled up the old horse and headed to town.
It seems that black rocks are synonymous with slip(er)y rocks, in this part of the world, and someone had a bent wing. Not broken, probably, but a hospital visit was envisioned. I handed off the ID, and went home to hear the verdict… which I did, later, when I got one of those unplanned voice messages that are triggered by smartphones. I was able to listen in during the doctor’s sermon, albeit unable to understand what was being said. And when the app asked for a “quality of call” rating, it was easy to assign two stars out of five. Because I’m really polite.
We’re into the evening, as I mentioned. Hard-boiled eggs are pretty simple to prepare, if you have a timer. Supper is out of the way, and we’re now preparing for the long night ahead, because sleeping with a wounded wing isn’t a natural skill for we humans. I’ll have to keep my distance.
