Leslie(nova scotia)
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Looked in the mirror after I awoke from a 13 hour night shift. Lord love a duck I thought I was looking at the idiot box watching a character from "The Walking Dead" or "Nation Z." With this undead I struck up a conversation.
"It's raining out!"
"So what."
"Darn cold too."
"Big deal."
"The pinched nerve in my neck is throbbing."
"Wimp!"
"But my knee is aching."
"Suck it up buttercup."
With that I said frig it and grabbed my Pro, headed to Nogo Sojo and went south east with Pink Floyd's Echo blasting. Ended up at a park that I have done about a ....gazillion times. Parked across from a Ford that had 4 teenagers in it with a sweet smelling haze fluttering out all four rolled down windows. Prayed to the patron saint of metal detectorist Saint Digalot that my car would be intact when I returned.
Limped up a main path then veered left and went mountain goating. After 15 minutes I was ready to jag it in but pushed forward. Just about hung myself out to dry in the rain as my wire to the headphones got stuck in a branch. Self started again;
"Almost did it that time."
"Sod off!"
"You should quit old man."
"Take a flying leap off the closest pier."
Two minutes later on a somewhat sharp slope the Pro sounded. You know. That sweet sound . Like Frank Sinatra in his prime. The lesche was pressed into action and the wet ground. A SILVER...more Sinatra croning...SILVER...copper, copper...SILVER, a very faint sound, rocks were moved, sound became louder, another rock was moved...SILVER! Toasty coppers were also added.
Pain was forgotten. I was done in after one hole. Gimped back to Nogo Sojo....the silver magnet.
Once home the Pro was put in the spare room beside a dejected Freedom 3 Plus who will see action the next weekend I have off at some school yard/playing field. Warming up a tad more to the Pro since it hasn't broken down in the last few months(been to Garrett 4 times).
Mr. Pain made himself known and I quickly downed 2 minute yellow pills that my with doctor had prescribed last week. Marie put supper on the table as I exited from the shower. Great meal served with a homemade blueberry wine. A warmth spread through me..........pills. Sat on the couch hoping that a Man U game was on or maybe a ball game......um season is over. Monday night Football! Thought about the days dig and how a 1917 Newfoundland quater ended up in the same hole as 3 1940 dimes. A conundrum, an Epiphany like knowing that one's digging time is nearing an end. Marie snuggled. The warmth continued............where is that dam football game!
"It's raining out!"
"So what."
"Darn cold too."
"Big deal."
"The pinched nerve in my neck is throbbing."
"Wimp!"
"But my knee is aching."
"Suck it up buttercup."
With that I said frig it and grabbed my Pro, headed to Nogo Sojo and went south east with Pink Floyd's Echo blasting. Ended up at a park that I have done about a ....gazillion times. Parked across from a Ford that had 4 teenagers in it with a sweet smelling haze fluttering out all four rolled down windows. Prayed to the patron saint of metal detectorist Saint Digalot that my car would be intact when I returned.
Limped up a main path then veered left and went mountain goating. After 15 minutes I was ready to jag it in but pushed forward. Just about hung myself out to dry in the rain as my wire to the headphones got stuck in a branch. Self started again;
"Almost did it that time."
"Sod off!"
"You should quit old man."
"Take a flying leap off the closest pier."
Two minutes later on a somewhat sharp slope the Pro sounded. You know. That sweet sound . Like Frank Sinatra in his prime. The lesche was pressed into action and the wet ground. A SILVER...more Sinatra croning...SILVER...copper, copper...SILVER, a very faint sound, rocks were moved, sound became louder, another rock was moved...SILVER! Toasty coppers were also added.
Pain was forgotten. I was done in after one hole. Gimped back to Nogo Sojo....the silver magnet.
Once home the Pro was put in the spare room beside a dejected Freedom 3 Plus who will see action the next weekend I have off at some school yard/playing field. Warming up a tad more to the Pro since it hasn't broken down in the last few months(been to Garrett 4 times).
Mr. Pain made himself known and I quickly downed 2 minute yellow pills that my with doctor had prescribed last week. Marie put supper on the table as I exited from the shower. Great meal served with a homemade blueberry wine. A warmth spread through me..........pills. Sat on the couch hoping that a Man U game was on or maybe a ball game......um season is over. Monday night Football! Thought about the days dig and how a 1917 Newfoundland quater ended up in the same hole as 3 1940 dimes. A conundrum, an Epiphany like knowing that one's digging time is nearing an end. Marie snuggled. The warmth continued............where is that dam football game!
Nicely rewarded to!! Ahh, "suck it up buttercup", I'll be telling myself that as winter arrives down in these parts
Excellent example of pushing through the pain and talking yourself into getting out! Our football coach used to say "If it hurts, its good for ya"...that saying keeps popping into my mind even after nearly 40yrs...Those are some excellent rewards for your mental gymnastics! I suppose if a person of your vintage and rough and tumble life ever wakes up some morning and doesnt feel any pain, they are probably dead!.
