What a sense of humor

After creation and the day of rest, I imagine God was looking for a bit of fun. Man must provide immeasurable hours of entertainment for Herself and the gallery packed in the heavens above as mere mortals travail the perils of the earthly kingdom. Ah-- the broken bone and how to deal with it. What a wickedly funny requirement as a consequence for being clumsy and falling, the necessity of walking on not two legs, but one for six weeks.

The Fairy Blogmother's experience on crutches/walker/wheelchair has allowed her look at things from quite a different perspective. In fact, I've now spent exactly seven days staring at my left toenails as I've been told to keep the left foot at a level with my nose. Almost sounds impossible if not downright disgusting, doesn't it?

The toes, I was told, must wiggle and remain pinkish through the yellow brusing. I guess this means they should be the color of the sky at twilight on a summer day? Those five toes and their attached foot must NOT for an instant touch solid for at least three weeks, and the punishment for any infraction is an extendended period of toe observation and the accompanying requisite balancing act.

But in addition to the this self-absorption time, I have time to observe the kindness, creativity, as well as the idiosyncracies of others. A great passive time and I'm loving it. I feel like I'm a cross between an infant and adolescent again, and this time, I'm going to enjoy both stages. But not enough to let the foot touch the floor for two more weeks.