Get the point

As my post-surgical rehab continues, the weather has gotten nice enough to walk outside on our court, which spares me from walking a hole in the carpet in the basement. Nice to be outside during "only hoodie" weather, meaning a hoodie is enough. I hope I'm finished all the rehab by the time it gets to be 112° outside with drippy humidity. Let's all hope for that.

One of the things my physical terrorist therapist kept stressing is the need to look ahead when I walk, not down at the floor. I don't want to disappoint him, but I have to spend 1/2 of my time looking down on the street as I strut around here. I am finding a surprising amount of nail and screws lying in the roadway. Yesterday's haul included one self-tapping screw (which could nicely tap right into your tire) and one roofing nail. (Ditto).

There's a house up at the top of the court that was being rented out and now carpenters and plumbers are in there every day giving the place a total overhaul. Maybe some of the loose hardware is coming from that project; I don't know. Old Eagle Eye here spots them and picks them up to dispose of when I get home. 

I'm sure they wind up here by accident. The tire shops are busy enough; it's not like they ride around tossing nails and screws around to drum up more patch business. But just as icy roads mean big business for body and fender shops, holes in tires mean it will be a Goodyear for someone in that line.

I'm just one man, prowling one court, looking for sharp stuff. If I prevent one puncture, you can say I nailed it. Otherwise, I'm screwed.