Attack of the killer cone
Still kinda having fun in the Mesa area. We went last night and had supper with Mert/Edie along with Larry/Julie and family. Had a good time there visiting and such. The sad part was it was so loud inside with people and the cooking, that the background noise drowned out most conversations. Nice thing is that we will meet again on Friday and hopefully it will be much quieter.
Needless to say we took off on Tuesday to see the tourist traps and all their fixings. Everyone pointed us to a place called Tortilla Flats. It use to be a stage-coach stop way. Over time it developed into a spot for all the tourist to stop and have a little to eat along with some outdoor country singing. It was a cool place to visit. It has real silver-certificate dollar bills stapled all over inside. It also used horse saddles as seats for the bar stools.
Ruth spotted a cowboy and asked to have a picture with him. I hadn't noticed it before, but Ruth had shrunk a little in the hot sun. She had been thru a shrinking period before but after reviewing the picture, it really does stand out. I just hope for Marissa's sake I can get grandma back to normal size before we get back.
As Ruth was looking over the trinkets, I noticed that they sold cactus juice ice cream called Prickly Pear ice cream. I have not purchased a cone in years but it did look good, so I got into line. The Prickly pear cone tasted great as had a flavor close to a light cherry. I walked outside and caught up with Ruth as there wasn't much else to see.
As we headed back to the truck, the ice cream cone broke in half because the scooper had shoved it in so hard. I now had the top half and the lower half in each hand was was attempting to pushing it all back together. The next think I knew, I was doing the old-man two-step shuffle and was heading for the gravel. What had happened, was I stepped right on the edge of the asphalt drive and rolled my ankle over. From that point on I was at the mercy of gravity.
It is amazing what goes through you mind as your about to go down. My thought process was as follows.
1.Darn I'm about to lose my 3.00 ice cream cone.
2.Darn, My choice was asphalt, or gravel.
3.Darn, There goes my ice cream cone.
4.Darn Now that my hands are free, do I take the hit with my hands so I can't drive anymore, or my arm so it will look bad.
5.I chose “arm,knee, hip”, Not hands
It is amazing what you think of in those precious few seconds of falling. I was close to cars and trucks, but knew I could not get to them. Besides, the truck had a hitch on it and I was thinking “Head” at that point.
When I hit of course I hit hard. Ruth was right there, looking down and I saw the worry in her eyes. I think she was worried that she was going to have to pull the camper to Vegas.
Kidding aside, she was worried and so was I. As my head cleared, I saw that I was scuffed up real bad, but I was going to live. Ruth did a nice job, of cleaning me up, and placing bandages all around. Now I look like a poster child for clumsy fools. Today I wake and and my body confirms that I am.
The really sad part is not being able to finish the cone.
Later
Needless to say we took off on Tuesday to see the tourist traps and all their fixings. Everyone pointed us to a place called Tortilla Flats. It use to be a stage-coach stop way. Over time it developed into a spot for all the tourist to stop and have a little to eat along with some outdoor country singing. It was a cool place to visit. It has real silver-certificate dollar bills stapled all over inside. It also used horse saddles as seats for the bar stools.
Ruth spotted a cowboy and asked to have a picture with him. I hadn't noticed it before, but Ruth had shrunk a little in the hot sun. She had been thru a shrinking period before but after reviewing the picture, it really does stand out. I just hope for Marissa's sake I can get grandma back to normal size before we get back.
As Ruth was looking over the trinkets, I noticed that they sold cactus juice ice cream called Prickly Pear ice cream. I have not purchased a cone in years but it did look good, so I got into line. The Prickly pear cone tasted great as had a flavor close to a light cherry. I walked outside and caught up with Ruth as there wasn't much else to see.
As we headed back to the truck, the ice cream cone broke in half because the scooper had shoved it in so hard. I now had the top half and the lower half in each hand was was attempting to pushing it all back together. The next think I knew, I was doing the old-man two-step shuffle and was heading for the gravel. What had happened, was I stepped right on the edge of the asphalt drive and rolled my ankle over. From that point on I was at the mercy of gravity.
It is amazing what goes through you mind as your about to go down. My thought process was as follows.
1.Darn I'm about to lose my 3.00 ice cream cone.
2.Darn, My choice was asphalt, or gravel.
3.Darn, There goes my ice cream cone.
4.Darn Now that my hands are free, do I take the hit with my hands so I can't drive anymore, or my arm so it will look bad.
5.I chose “arm,knee, hip”, Not hands
It is amazing what you think of in those precious few seconds of falling. I was close to cars and trucks, but knew I could not get to them. Besides, the truck had a hitch on it and I was thinking “Head” at that point.
When I hit of course I hit hard. Ruth was right there, looking down and I saw the worry in her eyes. I think she was worried that she was going to have to pull the camper to Vegas.
Kidding aside, she was worried and so was I. As my head cleared, I saw that I was scuffed up real bad, but I was going to live. Ruth did a nice job, of cleaning me up, and placing bandages all around. Now I look like a poster child for clumsy fools. Today I wake and and my body confirms that I am.
The really sad part is not being able to finish the cone.
Later
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