Thunk

August 22, 2016 In Miscellanea Summer

Today, arriving home with Claire, I invite her to join me for my second one-legged climb.  Though sick, she agrees with alacrity.  She shoots up first while I make my slow, laborious way behind.  I bark my shin on the ladder, then knock my forehead on a branch hard enough that she hears it from fifteen feet above.  She is amused.