Fall and Patriotism

No, this post isn't about the fall season.  I had my first "senior" (gah! I wish AARP would quit sending me those enrollment cards, reminding me that I'm getting older) fall today and hopefully my last.  Actually it wasn't exactly senior.  I had run my errands this morning, making several stops after getting out of doctor's office.  I was on my next to last mission back in my little town and had stopped to pay storage rental for November and parked in front of the office. There on the asphalt was a yellow strap used to bind a box for packing.  The strap is plastic and is heat sealed into a band that wraps around a package.  I never thought anything about stepping on it until my swing foot got caught in the band that my stance foot was holding down.  And right now I can't tell you which foot stepped on it and which foot got caught.  The next thing I knew I was flying through the air, trying to get my feet under me to keep me from a great fall. Gravity won, my right knee took the brunt, scraped my right pinkie knuckle and elbow and caught my balance with my left outer palm. My first thought was:  my new jeans!  I just knew I'd torn the knee.  Nope, just a dirty asphalt stain.  Whew.  I'll be alright when my  pride mends.

 Later I noticed that the pavement had scratched my wedding band and engagement ring......sigh.

On a good note, I accomplished all the missions I'd set out to do today, things that I'd been putting off doing until I could take a day off work and just do them (Nike). ha.

Now I don't have to rush next Tuesday.
Yea, me!!!