God has a way of creating magnificent falls. These on the left (photographed by Ruben Tiben and Kevin Tuck beside that) are only some of very memorable falls.
But
the word falls has so many meanings: the one above and now the one below.
Over the years, I have made some spectacular falls, all due to tripping over some unseen object. Some ended badly with a broken something or
other and/or finding myself drifting back to consciousness.
But this time…it was great, because my granddaughters were there to see it.
My granddaughters and had spent
about 45 minutes (by my reckoning) and about 15 by theirs swimming. Not paying
attention as I dried off, I stubbed my toe on an uneven piece of concrete and went flying.
At least that is what the girls
told me. Flying, Grandma, Flying!!
In reality, I went down hard on
my right knee, and remembered to roll not sprawl. So there I was
lying on my back, holding up some decking that has been standing at that corner
for about 5 years.
The girls were screaming
OH-GRANDMA-ARE-YOU-OKAY? They really didn't want the moment to end, but finally went to get my husband.
They squealed as grandpa hosed me off, and as the blood streamed down my leg. They skipped along side me as we made for the bathroom.
THEN they took turns pouring hydrogen peroxide on my knee. Oh, the bubbles! How they loved when my scrape bubbled, while I gritted my teeth.
Interest dropped off went it came to bandaging and stuff.
As falls go, I did quite well on this
one. But these below are far more impressive.
And then.... this fall is just around the corner.
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| My mother's hometown |
