As I age, it seems that I become more\nand more afflicted with geezer-type injuries. Just yesterday, or was\nit the day before that, I was making my ordinary trip up three\ninterior steps and through the hatch-like opening into our trailer’s\nbedroom level. I reached out to grab the corner of the tiny bathroom\nenclosure wall in an attempt to lever my way up the last step. There\nwas a faint pop and a slight twinge in my right elbow but they did\nnot seem to be otherwise noticeable at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\tThis morning I woke up and discovered\nmy elbow now seemed to be sending messages that something more\nsubstantial may be involved. It feels that now I cannot extend my arm\nto the straight position nor bend it far enough to touch my big head\nwithout considerable pain. Bummer. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\tTherefore, Peggy was very nice about\nit and agreed that we would let my Alzheimer’s elbow take a break\ntoday. We limited our excursion to downtown Concrete (all one street\nof it) where we picked up some fairly tasty cinnamon rolls for\nbreakfast. We took our rolls and drove a bit back toward our\ncampground before pulling out at a nifty wildlife overlook adjacent\nto OR-20. We have seen elk herds here on many occasions but currently\nthe the majestic critters are up in their summer pastures on the\nflanks of Mount Baker, a big honker of a volcano north of Concrete.\nWe missed any elk but did get to see one lone deer almost at the end\nof our vision that was grazing way out of range of rifles on the\nroad. Locals aren’t supposed to kill anything around the overlook\nbecause the land is owned by the Skagit Land Trust, an organization\nthat purchases large tracts of land and places them off limits to\ndevelopment or farming forever. I might leave some money to these\nfolks after I die from exsanguination after cutting off my traitor\narm. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
As I age, it seems that I become more and more afflicted with geezer-type injuries. Just yesterday, or was it the day before that, I was making my ordinary trip up three interior steps and through the hatch-like opening into … Continue reading