It was a last long weekend away for this Summer ... with late August and September promising to be busy. Still drinking lots of Green Juice ... hasn't made me young, yet. A dock to repair and a bulkhead that will wait till October. Friends joined us down in Virginia ... also, Last Quarter Players. Milt had been my graduate school professor in the 60's. The Lady R and he have been married for 50 years ... M & I newly wed at 48. Our last trip down to the Sea had ended when my M was misdiagnosed at the nearest healthcenters 20 and 50 miles away with a myocardial infarction which turned out to be a virus or too much heat. Milt and Lady R showed up a bit after us, toting a tiny fraction of Milt's film collection. We were just about to watch Laurel and Hardy in the West or somesuch title when from the living room came the crash. In the Fourth Quarter, y'see, everybody has to pee before and after a movie and popcorn doesn't work with old teeth, whether they be yours or the store-bought variety. R was last to pee.
Bam! Crash. Three Old Folk walking fast only to find Lady R next to the stairs, conscious but looking more than a bit addled on the floor ... stretched out like last year's starfish limp on the beach. We were to learn within a few short minutes (she was addled but quite conscious) that she had caught her sandal on the edge of the bottom step as she toddled toward the bathroom entrance just a foot or two away. Feet don't work the way they once did in the Fourth Quarter ... and balance is hard earned on many walks.
How the Great had Fallen, INDEED!
Within minutes, Lady R was, truth be told, back erect on the surface of this planet ... but in pain? lots.
Lady R peed, indeed! .... and joined the other three and GuntherDog to laugh at Films of the Thirties.
The next night was to be and was the Leslie Howard version of Pygmalion ... maybe 1938. All five of us kvetching ... Lady R and GuntherDog moaning the loudest.
What to say? It was a great weekend ... the rain and pain (in Spain), notwithstanding ... friends are important and Lady R (Milt shouldn't drive, anymore) is a trooper, who drove home ... well, one armed Lady R drove home and went to the ER to find out how easy it is in your Seventies to fracture a shoulder.
How the Great Do Fall!
Another Autumn is in the air and the bulkhead will wait till October. Promises to be a job and a half ... A man, a pile of 2x8's and his chop-saw!
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