weird and weirder

So, I fell down about three steps at work on Wednesday and, let me tell you, I have the bruises to prove it. Now, it may bizarre but I generally don't fall down steps, I fall up steps. I fall up steps on such a regular basis that I have very specific criteria for going up steps.

• I do not go up steps if I have anything in my hands (almost a guaranteed tumble in that)
• I do not go up steps in heels
• I do not go up steps (except at home) anytime after about 3:00 p.m.

Actually, I was quite proud of myself when we went to the Captains game and I managed two sets of steps (48 and 41 steps each) and didn't take a tumble. On the other hand it really helped that there were a lot of people there so I didn't have to worry about going overly fast.

Anyway, last Wednesday, I'm trotting off to lunch. I currently sit on the second floor of our building and make it a point of going down the steps on a regular basis. I even take the elevator to the third floor and take the steps down to second . . . I do get some queer looks with that one but, what the heck do I care. So, off I go to lunch. There are 26 steps between each floor (13/landing/13). I get to the bottom three and in slow motion start falling. I have a chipped bone in my big toe on my right foot. I may have a fracture in my foot but they told me that it often doesn't show for up to 14 days. He thinks not and considering the fact that the swelling is mostly gone, it is a good thing.

On the other hand, I have bruises that keep appearing. I have bruise that runs from my waist to my upper thigh on my left side . . . don't ask how it happened. I vaguely remember thinking that it felt like my pants and panties were having a fight with the steps or wall and I was getting burned. My ribs hurt (nothing cracked or broken, just sore) and my left shoulder and, of course, both of my hands. Again, nothing but bruises but they are those wonderful deep purple ones.

The course of treatment is ice, ice and ice.

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But today is Sunday. It is a beautiful day. It is especially beautiful. I woke this morning around 6:00 a.m. and took my coffee and book to the back porch. We spent this morning swimming in the pool before the heat got too horrendous and it did wonderful things to cool us down. We have been breaking temperture highs since Wednesday. Actually, I think today is the coolest and it is 95 degrees on my porch.

It is the kind of heat that just hangs there. After cleaning the house yesterday, I was drenched and looked like I had taken a shower. In fact, the princess asked if I had because, you know, she was going to take a shower after lounging by the pool all afternoon, and she knew that she had mentioned that to me before she went out and hoped that I hadn't used all the hot water. Yeah, like I was going to use hot water anyway!!! I have to say it was especially funny when she came downstairs to discover that Dave was in the shower . . . of course, he had been working on the lawn mower all afternoon. He and I were going to a retirement party later in the evening.

The princess of course, needed to shower because she was going to church and youth ministry function and needed to be at her best and not looking sunblocked and windblown. Poor thing.

The princess: Don't be fooled, she isn't really working . . . she went over to change the radio station!

Zachariah was wondering what she was up to.