Had an interesting few days. I finally figured out that my whole leg wasn't swollen up because of a spider bite but because I had a quarter inch thorn in the back of it, about a quarter inch below the surface. It took some painful squeezing from docter chelse (my visiting sister who's medical background told her that there was a foreign object in my leg) before it rose from it's nest, still firm and sharp. Don't remember that entering my leg...hmmm... funny part was as I was biting down on my finger, and she was digging around (ouch), I had no idea why or what she was doing. I just bit the bullet and let her do her thing. So far my trust hasn't been too misplaced, but it makes me wonder.
And the other day I was stopped at a red light and this older woman pulls up in her porche carrara, with a bitter/angry/upset/generally-I'm-pissed-off look on her face. In fact it looked like she had frowned so much that her skin was stuck that way. I didn't think much about it as there are a lot of old women driving porches with angry expressions in Bend. But as she drove on when the light turned green, her license plate read "SMILE". Ironic? It put a grin on my face.
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