I'm getting worse

It's true. I am basically getting worse at everything.

Lately I've been a walking calamity. For a while it was just whilst drinking, such as the damaged fingernail shown a couple weeks ago, or the swollen knuckle (still hurts a bit to make a fist) shown here:
and scraped shoulder from crashing a shopping cart. Oh, and the giant shin bruise, since faded, from jumping over a fence after Becker smashed a bottle.

But there has also been the double-palm-puncturing fall during basketball (playground pebbles on the asphalt), shown here after a couple days of scabbing:
and the general, intense stiffness after playing baseball (hit every time, never was out!) and soccer (ball to the face from own goalie 5 feet away - glasses knocked off and frames bent a little, bridge of the nose a little tender) with Joanne's family.

I'm probably getting dumber too, but thankfully am dumb enough to not be able to actually measure it and present any proof.

Well, I think I'll go get a drink and toast, by myself, to settling in to mediocrity, with this quote from Virginia Woolf:
"The middlebrow is the man, or woman, of middlebred intelligence who ambles and saunters now on this side of the hedge, now on that, in pursuit of no single object, neither art itself nor life itself, but both mixed indistinguishably, and rather nastily, with money, fame, power, or prestige."


Becker said...


The New-Wave Vandal said...

Now I just have a scabby crater on the ol' mitt. But you can really see that a chuck of my flesh (0.005 lbs) is missing.