Curveballs
Life is hard.
I'm actually working on a book with that title.
I've often tried to tell my kids that just when you think things are breaking your way...
...life interferes.
This past weekend was fairly typical. I finished up paperwork for the week on Saturday and then actually wrote a few pages in Life Is Hard and then I set out to take it easy a little.
Dinner with Kathy and the boys.
Spread some ice melt.
A couple of movies.
Touch base with other family members.
Easy.
When I woke on Sunday morning, however, I had a pain in my right ankle.
"What the hell is going on?" I wondered.
Still, Matt was home for the weekend. The boys were watching sports and bantering back and forth. I really wanted lasagna.
I put the sauce on.
The ankle felt worse.
I stayed off it.
It swelled up.
By 7 p.m., I was crawling.
I literally could not stand up.
Sam retrieved my crutches.
"What happened?" My beautiful wife asked.
I didn't have an answer.
Curveball, I thought.
Monday and Tuesday were back-to-back days on crutches.
I still had no idea why.
I watched Quincy both days.
"Don't try to put your work boots on and go in!" Kathy scolded.
But this time...it wasn't possible.
And it really scared me a lot.
No matter how much we think we are set up for a nice long run of something good...
...life steps in.
And says, 'Not so fast.'
Someone once told me that God might insert such time-outs.
To allow for rest.
The verdict was inflamed tendons in my feet.
Why?
Who Knows?
Life Is Hard.
You get the breaking pitch when you're expecting the heater.
I never could hit the curveball.
Every once in awhile I damaged the ones straight over the plate.
But damn the curve.
I'm actually working on a book with that title.
I've often tried to tell my kids that just when you think things are breaking your way...
...life interferes.
This past weekend was fairly typical. I finished up paperwork for the week on Saturday and then actually wrote a few pages in Life Is Hard and then I set out to take it easy a little.
Dinner with Kathy and the boys.
Spread some ice melt.
A couple of movies.
Touch base with other family members.
Easy.
When I woke on Sunday morning, however, I had a pain in my right ankle.
"What the hell is going on?" I wondered.
Still, Matt was home for the weekend. The boys were watching sports and bantering back and forth. I really wanted lasagna.
I put the sauce on.
The ankle felt worse.
I stayed off it.
It swelled up.
By 7 p.m., I was crawling.
I literally could not stand up.
Sam retrieved my crutches.
"What happened?" My beautiful wife asked.
I didn't have an answer.
Curveball, I thought.
Monday and Tuesday were back-to-back days on crutches.
I still had no idea why.
I watched Quincy both days.
"Don't try to put your work boots on and go in!" Kathy scolded.
But this time...it wasn't possible.
And it really scared me a lot.
No matter how much we think we are set up for a nice long run of something good...
...life steps in.
And says, 'Not so fast.'
Someone once told me that God might insert such time-outs.
To allow for rest.
The verdict was inflamed tendons in my feet.
Why?
Who Knows?
Life Is Hard.
You get the breaking pitch when you're expecting the heater.
I never could hit the curveball.
Every once in awhile I damaged the ones straight over the plate.
But damn the curve.
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