one of the curiosities of being injured is all the well-meant advice and admonishment that arrives (mostly unsolicited) seemingly every moment. yeah, i know, i look even more like the old man i am when you see me hobbling around these days, but i have a piece of paper from the doctor ok'ing all weight-bearing activity "as tolerated", and i'm going with the letter of the law here. if i'm doing it, i am, by definition tolerating it, so you can save your admonishments and just stick with your generous expressions of sympathy (sincere, i hope) and awe at how quickly i'm recovering. (doesn't have to be sincere, but i like to hear it anyway). the goal is to be back on the soccer field well before christmas, and i won't get there by lolligagging around.
oh--jen kearney is at the barley pub in dover on saturday, in case you'd like to gawk at me in person. i'd be at the melvern solo show at toad tonight, too, but i have some other plans already, and i can't be held responsible when shows get scheduled at the last minute. ;-)
Labels: jen kearney, lost onion, melvern taylor