I fell down the hill and bruised my body, and my ego. I have to dump grease outside due to the (stupid!) septic system, so I carried the crock pot to the back door, put my shoes on, and prepared for the trip. Did I say “trip?” Yep, I did.
The liquid started to swish back and forth in the heavy pot, so as I walked out the door, I was trying to be more still, slowing down. What I didn’t think about was that we now have TWO steps down to the backyard, after new concrete was poured last summer. I slowly stepped down on the first step, but tripped on the second, thinking I was on the grass. Did I say “on the grass?” Yep, I did.
My whole body fell face-forward, onto the grass. The crock pot went rolling down the hill. I went down the hill on my chest (guessing the grease and dog poop made it slippery). I screamed and pushed up with my hands — ouch! My fingers must have jammed as the crock pot fell and I hit the ground. I can barely type this! Did I say “I can barely type this?” Yep, but I am anyway.
I took a shower and put my clothes in the washer. (I’m sure they are ruined, but they are just weekend clothes, anyway.) Now I’m off to take a nap. I may not get up again tonight. Oh, yeah. I’m grabbing an ice pack on the way to the bedroom.
There are so many book lists on social media! This lazy day was a long, leisurely look into book lists. I am most interested in those lists that may challenge me in the next few months of school. “We Need Diverse Books,” “Unputdownable Books,” “Recommended Picture Books for Older Readers,” and “2017 Releases From Latinx Authors To Add To Your TBR…” all caught my attention.
Now I’m sitting here, staring at my mail from Barnes and Noble and deciding which books to buy with my 25%-off coupons. Tough decisions ahead. It’s the weekend, though. I’ll enjoy it!