You might remember I have a serious allergy to bee stings. You might also remember that I can be a little careless (accident prone). (Click here for my nightmare, here for when I fell out of bed, and here for a more recent run-in.)
I haven’t learned much over the years. Last week, we visited a stunning city park in Benalmádena. The cactus gardens are out of this world. As I bent to take a picture of a prickly pear (chumbera) flower, San Geraldo said, “Watch out for the bee.” I saw it leave the flower, so I assured him I was safe. I got my picture and then quickly turned to another flower.
As I clicked the shutter, a bee (or THE bee) shot off that flower and slapped me in the head before flying off. No sting.
(Click the images, but don’t fall off your chair; they get bigger.)
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I woke up this morning with a bit of a weather-related headache. After days and days of heat, clear skies, and glorious sunshine, a cloud cover had rolled in overnight. The headache was minor. No big deal. Until I got a cereal bowl from the shelf and closed the cupboard door.
With authority.
And without first moving my head out of the way of the door.
Ow…
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“That is just so typically me…”
NOTE
This morning’s episode reminded me of a line from Monty Python’s Gumby Theatre: “I’ve got my head stuck in the cupboard!” Lucky for you (and especially San Geraldo who is not a Monty Python fan), I couldn’t find a video clip.
