I cut down a tree tonight.
Actually, three friends and I did.
We threw a rock around the tree
with rope attached,
chopped low, pulled high,
broke two axes,
and left the tree laying across the yard.
But we cut down a tree
and felt accomplished.
I decided today (not by my own will) to use the 2010’s as the decade of the dislocated shoulder. In 2011, I experienced my first dislocated shoulder, and I followed up with my second in 2012. Don’t let the difference in years deceive you; it was merely a few months apart.
Maybe intramural soccer at U of MT is not for me, it has not bode well for me so far.
I am ready to consider it a problem when the phrase “story of my life” can be applied to shoulder injuries.