Haven't posted in a while, been spending most of my time trying to get things working again. I don't know if it's good or bad, but sometimes my "good" knee hurts worse than my "New and Improved" one does.
Last week at one of my meeting with the staff of the Committee for State Security (Also known as Physical Therapy) I noticed a older, white haired woman being worked over by a therapist a few tables down from me. Evidently, her muscles had frozen up in her leg so the therapist was really cranking down on it to get it more flexible.
It was obvious the lady was in a lot of pain, and when the P.T. person pushed the leg in a different direction, she gave out a loud yell and told the P.T. that "You are going to make me say something that will keep me from going to Heaven"
When she said that, I got up from my table and gimped over to her, put my hand on her shoulder and told her, " Grandmother, don't worry about it. I am already going to the hot place, so you just tell me what to say and I will pass it along with interest"
Well, the lady started smiling and patted my hand and said "Thank you honey, I may just do that very thing". As I tell most of the ladies I know, "I am but a very weak instrument of your will". And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Oh, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy
1 hour ago