One should learn to take the bad with the good...especially when pain is involved.
Today, I was pleased for a short time. I exchanged my “bio” trash container (one in which we place bio-degradable waste)--we are compelled to separate trash into four different containers. We needed a larger container, because of increased garden waste and the town’s decision to charge extra for its pick-up. I should be able to handle all in the weekly bio trash pick-ups...or that was my reasoning in exchanging containers.
I returned home with the new container and felt the urge to christen it with a load from the garden. One large plastic sack of clipping has been languishing in the back, waiting for a suitable treatment. I decided to dump the contents into the new container.
In my haste and blinded by euphoria, I failed to notice that the sack rested upon upright stones...which fell on my big toe, when I lifted the sack. That was...and still is painful.
The joy of having a new container was immediately replaced with mixed emotions: of course, searing pain, anger, shame at my stupidity, etc.
I am now the regretful owner of one normal large toe and one over-sized large toe. The pain has subsided, if I do not move. I will not be working in the garden for some time...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.