a purchase

Yesterday I bought a four-pronged cane at an auction . . . for me. The cane, not the auction. There I was standing on a sore knee and right in front of me was the cane. I bid; I got it for two dollars. So, yes, I am definitely going to the doctor about it this week – buying a cane in front of everyone at an auction seems to be a fair sign that I have accepted the fact I have a knee problem that is not going to fade away.

A knee problem . . . and, auuugggghhhhh, sciatica. Let’s see: If one half of AmeliaJake started walking east from San Diego, taking four aspirin every few hours and the other half of AJ started walking west from the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, taking six aspirin periodically, where would they meet and merge and discover the need for stomach care?

Hmmm . . . the eastward walking AJ half would reach mountains first and that sounds painful. Of course a strong winter wind streaming across the prairie could push back the westward walking AJ half. I’ll bet I need calculus for this.