Happy Halloween!
We are scrooges, so we celebrated by turning out the porch light and cringing whenever we heard the voices of children, young and old, demanding candy. Some of them sound bigger than I am. Usually we don't get many trick-or-treaters on my block. Maybe it only seems like there are more this year because the windows are open and we can hear them better.
One Halloweeny thing I did today was look at my bones. Yes, my bones, the ones in my body. I don't have any bones outside of my body. Oh wait, I do. I just remembered. I have two bones from the wrist of a sea turtle skeleton that I found on the beach a few years back. I think I had three of the wrist bones, but I suspect that a cat knocked one off the shelf and into some never-cleaned corner of the house.
But back to my bones. I went to the doctor today and got some X-rays relating to the injuries I sustained in an accident in July 2004. The hospital has all the images in electronic format. I should have tried to download them when the doctor was out of the exam room. So. Spooky bones. And the image of one's flesh around the bones is very ghostly. How seasonal.
220 words | October 31, 2005 09:47 PM | Real true story