GOODIES BUT OLDIES

The only other time I ever saw a swelling like that was when they injected me with morphine before a surgery in Alaska.  At the injection spot, part of my hip swelled up like a young volcano that had not broken through the surface yet and it was a good thing I was already lying down on the gurney.

Baby Elephant Walk 

Later on when I called him in a panic from some VOQ near Washington DC and told him about it, Col G just laughed and said, "C'mon Kath.  It's just your mid-life crisis.  You'll get over it."

But then again he was famous for that "If it ain't broke, don't fix it philosophy," so many of our leaders were fond of then and now.

I was almost always in a very strange position to senior officers because whereas most second lieutenants were like 21 or 22, I was 27 . . . and had two kids . . . but my kids were the same ages and majors, lieutenant colonels and colonels kids.  So Col G would pop over in sweats to drop kids over or I would drop kids over at Col McM's house or like that.

There was a different way of addressing and dressing and everything depending on who was who and where we were.  Hard to keep straight sometimes.

Moon River 

But on Monday morning I woke up to find that kind of sub-cutaneous dome on the top of my left foot and since I had no memory of dropping anything on it or of tripping and falling or banging my foot against the corner of the trundle bed or anything like that . . . however it took until I had almost fallen asleep about 2 am last night/this morning to remember the spider bite/bee sting/morphine injection kind of thing.

Then Dad said he had had a strange dream about trying to wrap some  Christmas presents and I said mine was all of us at the circus and he said the Wallenda family lived around here somewhere.

Holly Jolly 

But you have to figure that might be true in a place where one of the big roads is named Ringling.

Maybe the circus needs a new chaplain.  I'm volunteering if so.

There've GOT to be clowns! 

clowns . . .y