Lower back pain’s best remedy? A walk. So I went for one today, noting that weird smell when it’s warming up but it still wants to snow. I only picked my way around two patches of ice, a surefire warning of coming drought. I also encountered the following oddities lying along my path. I think of them as writing prompts: surely there’s a story for each object and how it got there.
Did it simply fall out of a box meant for the thrift store? There were no telltale boot prints, so it was not subject to some stomping.
A lone sock, lying on the lawn like a hung over frat boy. Dropped during a laundry run? The victim of a walk of shame? Used as a GI Joe parachute and then discarded?
And the piece de resistance? A rather large syringe, laying out by the tree. Probably for use by a severe diabetic – I knew a rather svelte football player in college who required one. Yes, this may be a byproduct of garbage day. BUT:
It suggests there’s more to the story of the lone syringe, as these people were long gone from that house.