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August 19, 2007

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Kyla

Feel better!!

Bobby

You may be sore, but You are funny.:-)

Purple_Kangaroo

Aww, I wish I was close enough to bring you some stinky muscle cream. Do you have Epsom salts? If not, try dumping a bunch of just plain salt (and maybe some baking soda) into a really hot bath and soaking in that.

sarah

lol you do make me chuckle.

:)

Jennifer

Hope all is well. Haven't heard from you in a while. Hopefully Jorg is home and you're catching up and enjoying him.

Gillian

I have one of those boring chronic pain thingys (and all the medication I need to deal with it so I am not pitiful, truly)but it works wonders for things like that. I have a bit of a tendancy to fall down lately and the advantages are super apparent. Since I have very strong bones and am not tall enough to fall very far -- it is a comfort that I can't tell the difference whether I take a fall or not. Who would have guessed that this funky syndrome would create its own positive spin? LOL

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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