Visiting our local Book Off, the used book store.
Don’t look at the book on the far left.
I TOLD you not to look!
Books for kids….
More books for kids….
At our Book-Off, they really don’t have much in English. I don’t think there is a huge demand in Fukushima City!
In honor of hurting my heel (plantar fascitiis) and healing my heel, I wrote a poem:
I hurt my hips.
They hurt like hell.
Now my knees.…
They hurt as well.
Next my back.
It is in pain.
That’s how I answer,
“Will it rain?”
I sat on the sofa (more like lounged on the sofa) and was going through the rhymes, thinking of this poem, saying over and over and over: “I hurt my heel…It hurt like hell.” (Because originally it was to be a poem about my heel, but I couldn’t make it work.) And my son kept saying, “Are you OKAY? What’s the matter?” He was worried about me! Nothing, he’s just got a crazy mama!
I found this rhyming dictionary online for future reference:
It hurt like hell when I fell….
It hurt like hell and then it swelled…
It hurt like hell and so I yelled….
It hurt like hell. Goodbye. Farewell.