Not a Pandemic Post

I used to take morning walks with one or both of my dogs. Aside from the exercise, fresh air, sunshine and, often, company of a friend, I would find beautiful bits of nature hiding in my suburban neighborhood. I don’t know about you, but I find the fungi in the photo above absolutely mesmerizing. It looks like a train on a fancy dress.

All that changed a little over two weeks ago when I met the sidewalk face to face. Now my reality looks more like this.

In case you couldn’t recognize it, that’s my wrist. Multitasking did me in. Talking on my phone (AirPods in), walking, and holding our larger dog on leash was just one too many activities. At least I wasn’t chewing gum. I didn’t see the runner coming around the bend. Pepper did, lunged, and before I knew it, i discovered just how hard my sidewalk is. The result was scraped, bleeding and bruised knee and elbow and a wrist broken in two places.

I’m learning how to do things one handed, and have discovered that one hand means it all takes twice as long. including typing this post. Which is why you may not see me again for a while.

It’s the events you don’t see approaching that hit the hardest. It may be just a few little bones, and I know people are/have been injured a lot worse than this, but it’s not fun. They say there’s a first time for everything but I would have been fine without this one.