Retirement in The Villages, FL
George Fell From the Tree on Christmas Morning
George was not very far up in the tree when he fell. I saw him out the kitchen window, on the ground. None of his siblings, Amy, Bob, Chuck, David, Ellen, or Fran (my wife chastised me for naming them in alphabetical order), came down to help.
I went outside to check on him.
He was just lying there, so I picked him up and brought him inside. He seemed ok, but I noticed a puncture wound while I was washing him off. It couldn’t have been too bad since he never let me know it was there.
However, it couldn’t be ignored. I got out a knife and cut away the portion around and below the puncture. I had done such things many times. Then, I wrapped him in Glad-Wrap and put him in the refrigerator.
My wife laughed when I kept referring to him as “George.”
She had never heard of anyone naming all the lemons on the tree.