…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.
"Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"
~Hal Borland
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.