We must admit that we went into our recent surgery without a clue as to what the recovery process might actually entail. And while we believe we are doing fairly well, we still think the process is proceeding much slower than we might like mostly due to the fact that our usual somewhat limited mobility is more limited now than ever. Thus we have had be content in engaging in activities that meet our current abilities. And this has, we must admit, not been all bad.
We have watched what we might consider to be our yearly quota of movies thanks to the TV movie channels, Netflix and the village of Cooperstown library. Our stash of crossword puzzles has diminished significantly. And we have found ourselves engrossed in many more books than we normally find time to read. Plus we seem to have caught up on our reading of magazines. And this is, no doubt, all to the good, especially since we came across something to share in the column.
While reading the most recent Kenyon College Alumni Bulletin, we came across an article about “The Elements of Statistics,” a course taught by Marie Snipes at the college. And tucked into the article was the following joke:
“Did you hear the one about the statistician?” “Probably ...”
“A mathematician, a physicist, and a statistician went deer-hunting. When they spotted a buck, the mathematician fired first, missing the buck’s nose by a foot. Then the physicist fired; he missed the tail by a foot. The statistician leaped up, exultant, and shouted: ‘We got him!’ “
We are still laughing.
And, of course, each day, Monday through Saturday, we await with baited breath the arrival of the postal person to see what news might be coming from the outside world. And while we have received a number of delightful “Get Well” cards, much of the mail tends to be rather boring, a category into which we always put all bills. But every so often, something arrives in the mail which makes our day, one way or another. And we received such a piece of mail just last week. In fact, this piece of mail necessitated the postal person ringing our doorbell.