When I am in a hurry, I go on fast mode.
Yesterday I was running late leaving for teaching piano. I was hurrying down the driveway (more than a walk, less than a run) when I took a tumble.
Mom, this is where my Judo must have kicked in (even though I didn't take it very long, I learned to always roll when falling).
I fell forward, hitting my right knee and then both my hands. I ended up rolling, catching my elbow and my hip area. (At some point I must have hit a part of my right foot, but I don't know when that was and that is very minor.) I ended up on my back looking up at the sky.
Unbeknownst to me, J. was watching and told Wayne that I tripped. Wayne looked out the window to see me lying on the driveway looking up.
I went inside, changed my jeans, (I ripped up my only pair of blue jeans. I was sad because they don't make that kind any more and I will have to look for something else that I can like.) and cleaned myself off. I went and taught piano.
I called home after lessons. Wayne had dinner going. He had vacuumed. After dinner he did the dishes, cleaned the counters and even - gasp - wiped off the stove and table. Later when I mentioned that I had to switch the laundry, he did it for me. I am such a lucky woman.
I wasn't going to post this, but when I told Wen, she told me to email them to her. So I was going to, but then I thought, should I send them to the rest of the family as well? But who wants gross pictures of a scrapped up knee? So, I am posting 4 pictures. One of my sadly, major-ly ripped pants that will soon become shorts and one of my knee and one of each hand.