Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
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Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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You’re Kidding, Right?
Some of you (many, I hope!) will remember how utterly kind, full of consolation, and accomodating I have been during Doug’s ordeal involving back pain.
You may recall that he’s endured a series of three epidural shots in his lower back, and that while he seems to be doing much better now than at any time since April, I continue to baby him.
That’s right. The Housekeeping Duties Formerly Known As Doug’s, which include but are not exclusively limited to taking out the trash, have not been strictly done by Doug in recent months. If I have not accomplished these Duties on his behalf with the regularity they demand, at least I have not nagged him about it.
I have tried to be The Nicest Wife A Man In His Condition Could Have, but now…he’s turned on me.
A couple of years ago, I had issues with a cyst on my middle finger, which kept getting infected, risking problems with the bone. I finally had it operated on, but the surgeon warned me that the cyst, with its accompanying pain, swelling, and stiffness, might recur.
I just finished editing a book-length manuscript for my pastor, and I guess my fingers hovered over the keyboard for too many hours each day during the last month, because man, my finger is SORE. The joint is twice as big as my other middle finger, with kind of a white ring around the top joint and then a purplish fingertip. Lovely, but Halloween’s over.
Anyway, I guess I was looking for a bit of sympathy, the kind a husband feels right before he says to his wife, “Maybe you just need a jaunt over to the Penney’s Outlet Store to give your finger a break and your mind a rest…”
Instead, this is what I got:
“Well, writing is what you do…”
“I know, but look at this thing. Don’t you think I should spare it an afternoon’s worth of trauma?”
He examined my finger before raising his hands in the air and fake keyboarding with nine fingers. He purposely kept his right middle finger extended straight out while he worked the rest of those puppies, trying to get me into the spirit of the thing, I guess.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“About what?” I gave him one of those looks, but he missed it.
“Can you work without that finger?”
- When I do things like that Amy tends to push her glasses up from the bridge of her nose...oddly, she always uses the middle finger when she does that...hmmm :)
MPosted by Michael Main on 11/04/07 at 07:55 PM - Amy and I have so much in common.... :)
No, really, I have a strick aversion to using my middle finger in such a vulgar manner. But CAN I HELP IT if stuff keeps happening to that finger, making it the center of attention????Posted by Katy on 11/07/07 at 02:52 PM
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