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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3267 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Worrying About the Ducks Christopher T. George This morning, my mother not with me for a Saturday outing. I drive to the cleaners before I research a Scots centennial. Springlake with its mallards and waterlilies viewed by me only, without my mother along to worry where the ducks have gone, but her eyes bad, she's shrunk in the seat; at eighty-seven she hardly sees the males and females slumber on the bank, or paddle across the glinting waters, she worries at the pain in her shoulder, that she's living between hydrocodone pills. I worry will the myelogram and CAT scan indicate her problem, going from surgeon to surgeon, the best in Baltimore, but -- pain management seems the only answer. I see keen green on a mallard's head, the seat beside me empty as I hustle by. |
