…falling down the porch steps with a milk crate full of loose toiletries, and landing on my side/ankle in the scratchy, hot grass. I’ve killed 2 bags of edamame (the only frozen veggies in the house at the moment) and now have to leave to get Ty to the airport on time, swollen ankle and all.
Sob.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
Stories We Need to Know: Reading Your Life Path in Literature by my dear friend Allan Hunter who happens to also be married to my dear, dear, dear friend Cathy Bennett. This one is next on my list!
June 17th, 2006 at 12:51 pm
I sure hope your ankle heals! I’m sorry to hear that you fell!
June 17th, 2006 at 3:15 pm
. . . oy . . . sending you a hug . . . ice and elevation . . . okay: I gotta get back to my painting and shelf building at my new place . . .
K
June 17th, 2006 at 6:09 pm
Ice! Vodka tonics! Chocolate!
((Hugs))
June 17th, 2006 at 6:38 pm
RICE: rest, ice, compression, elevation…like any of that is going to happen during a move.
June 19th, 2006 at 9:25 am
aww that sucks. Good luck! and I second the vodka tonics and chocolate.