My grandmother had what the family called a Fibber McGee room. If you don’t know this term, it is a reference to an old radio comedy series called Fibber McGee and Molly. In it there was the recurring gag of the closet, which was stuffed to bursting so the contents would spill out whenever the door was opened.
My dog is, um, unique. She’s a delicate flower, shall we say. She has a lot of fears and phobias: new people, new places, flies, garbage trucks, bicycles, my hiccups (just mine), my wife’s cough (just hers), and (developed just recently) June bugs.
So when we moved to our new neighborhood Tuxedo had a rough time, especially when I would try to take her for a walk. It was a mess. New noises and new smells were just too much. We would venture out, and inevitably she would put on her brakes and refuse to move. She became seventy pounds of “Nope!” and I couldn’t argue (and I certainly couldn’t carry her).
Do you have knee pain and have been told by your doctor it is because you need to lose weight?
Lean in. I have a secret for you: your weight probably isn’t the problem. You can let yourself off the hook.
Ancient China. General Yuan, a respected military leader, has taken to his bed with a mysterious illness. He is sick, unable to get out of bed, and deteriorating. Renowned Doctor Chen has been summoned to see if he can save the general. The doctor examines his patient and steps out of the room. He writes a letter and gives it to the general’s servant, telling him to give it to the general after he has left.