Monday, July 12, 2010


I'd picked Ray up from daycare and followed him into the backyard. He ran around yelling a bit to let people know we were home. I bent over to look at a branch on a Japanese maple. I was thinking of removing it and was trying to imagine what the tree would look like without it. Still bent over, I looked up to see the spastic cannonball headed my way at top speed. I obviously hadn't been making enough noise for Ray to know where I was and it looked like it was going to be a direct hit. I'm not ashamed to admit that I screamed. My life flashed before my eyes and I could see the anachronistic headline on my obit "Woman Dies after being Hit by Cannonball." The cannonball passed so close that he stepped full on my foot and my clothing moved in the breeze caused by his wake.

When it was all over, I laughed from sheer relief that I had once again escaped death by a hairsbreadth from the spastic cannonball.

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