Owls and Orchids

I need to take A moment’s pause. Today is a slight departure from what I had planned. My little excursion yesterday has made my planning for today redundant.  A couple of itty bitty injections have left me sleepless (last night), although I was assured the jungle juice would knock out a bull elephant. It seems bull elephants have lost a little of the oomph recently. Hmm. Two hours sleep this morning does not a happy little camper make, nor a very cogent one either. It was but “A moment’s pause”.

It seems I know what I want to say but something happens between the old grey matter and the nerves supplying my eyes, tongue, and fingers. A cross eyed, tongue tangled thumb pusher on a keyboard does not a typist make. We won’t even go near the cross legged, timpy toed and knock kneed walk which sends you in crooked circles so that you still bump into everything, even if it is nailed down! (A moment’s pause, please).

Now, that the movement part of the hilarity is done we add to the mixture a syrupy dollop or three of cortisone. Great for easing tight, tense muscles and tendons….  uhuh, uhuh. My head wants to wobble like a flexible piece of cardboard. Super for baby dribbles whilst eating or drinking – I kid you not.  Please, excuse me, A moment’s pause.

So, that’s my embarrassing explanation and the need for “A moment’s pause”.  Regular broadcasts will resume tomorrow. I have some wonderful tipsy eyed weaving photos, although my roped in typist and able bodied cane (Ray) assures me I’m the only one who will see the shmearing.  (Goody goody!)

So to finish my tale of woe and “A Moments Pause”….

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Ciao, Susan x

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