Let see what’s there to blog about now. There have been no recent incursions into our room by the roach populi. Can’t blog about that……. Though I wish I could Steve is just so hungry for another notch on his crutch. Oh yeah well we got our stitches taken out so we can now take showers at will without worrying about getting our bummed knees wet. That’s nice. The first shower I took was about a week after the surgery and it was rather awkward with doubled garbage bags and twine all over the place tied in the only Boy Scout knot that I remembered: the bow tie. Mind you all this tying and wrapping was done on the toilet sort of half on half off trying to get in a comfortable enough position for long enough to make sure the leg stayed dry, then from there a hobble to the shower where we had a plastic chair to fall into, in the end…. Great success. Of course this ceremony wouldn’t be proper without the dawning of pair of underwear freshly laundered ahhhhhh …..very nice!

Wait Steve spoke….. ‘it’s a roach!” “Steady now, no it’s not a roach” what is it I ask in a shaky voice? Steve in a collected monotone voice says “a scorpion”. The thing is that it is under the door but not coming in, it’s just sitting there as though weighing the options of this perhaps the most important decision it will ever make. One the one hand curtain death, one the other a chance to look up into the face of The One; Steve the Crutcher……… the myth, although by now a legend has gone out farther into the animal kingdom then I had early thought. Could Steve really be after all the Scorpion King?

Posted on September 1st, 2007 by John
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