Jim and I walked the length of McGregor, one long street with lots of cool stores, including the business that supposedly supplies costumes and props for every western ever filmed. (riverjunction.com) Photos of this will follow when I'm able. This town is worth a stop if you're in the area. We also visited the city library and heard the unmistakeable sound of a dot-matrix printer in action. How long has it been since you've heard that?
Anyway, (you're wondering what's breaking by now, right?) as we were on our way back to the boat, in broad daylight, on dry pavement, with no wind, alcohol or other reasonable excuse, I tripped over a curb and fell. I'm pretty sure I broke a rib or two, because Sally diagnosed it over the phone. Some gentle readers may recall similar injuries suffered by members of my crew in the past, so we're pretty sure that gremlin has followed us. S/he is also responsible for losing the salt and pepper, misplacing the butter and moving the shifters into forward after I successfully pulled the boat into the lock for the first time.
I'm pretty sure I can work this injury to the max for a loooong time, because ribs take a while to heal. This should enable me to avoid pesky chores like cleaning and dishes, but allow me to drive the boat, eat and goof off. More to follow.....
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