live·li·hood (l?v’l?-h?d’) n. Means of support; subsistence.
I’m getting better. For those of you who don’t know, I’m in week 5 after breaking the ball off the top of my humerus, my left shoulder. I was pursuing one of my favorite extreme sports – paragliding (jumping off high places with a parachute, sometimes with a motor attached to your back; safer than basejumping but still…). Well, according to friends and family, I’m now officially retired from that sport. Rough landing after a short takeoff.
Tonight I’m sitting here aching. I just figured out that it feels a lot like “very severe” growing pains. Can you remember those? Alex, my daughter, complains about them regularly. Mine make me want to cry (or just take more pain killers.
I was reading tonight about B.B. King’s hands. He said, “I’m more careful about my hands than about what I eat and most anything else, because my hands have been my living. My hands have been able to help me learn. My hands have taken me around the world. So I’m very proud of my hands.” I was going to post a picture of what my injuries looked like but I want people to continue reading my blog, and gross stuff like that doesn’t increase reader loyalty. So here’s what B.B.’s hands look like:
So, it’s time for me to take serious my livelihood. My hands, arms, and eyes are my bread and butter. Thus, I’m taking suggestions. Really. Give me an idea or two about ways to satisfy my little adrenaline-interested mind.