Howdy, Murphy
Murphy has been having fun with me lately.
A few weeks ago, I posted about our outing to see Stars on Ice. Well, that morning, Bobby had complained of a scratchy throat. We chalked it up to spring in Carroll County and allergies. By the car ride home from the show that night, he was running a fever and chilled and achy.
For the next two weeks, our family would basically be immobilized by this little virus. First Bobby had it, and it put him out for about a week. Then, right as he was recovering, lo! I got it, and I was out of work for three of five days.
This threw a serious wrench into the cogs of multiple plans. We missed SCA, gaming, and a ballroom dance we were supposed to go to. It sucked.
Well, we're all recovered now. So yesterday, we decide we want to kick off the hiking season by taking a stroll with the Goldens in the Charlotte's Quest Nature Center right here in Manchester. We crest a hill and there is a most lovely pond, and I'm so absorbed in looking at the tender spring leaves reflected in its dark waters that I step right off of the path and into a ditch and twist my ankle.
>:^(
I also scraped up my elbow, wrist, hands, and leg in the fall. I went down like a sack of cement. The only good thing was the my mind had wandered so far that I was about a half-inch from the ground before I realized, "Oh. I fell down," 'cause otherwise I might have hurt my wrists too, trying to catch myself, and would have been scraped up worse than I am, which isn't too bad, all things considered.
Bobby was most impressed that I never let go of Lancelot's leash all during the fall.
I finally got to go back to SCA last night. And Master Tristan had found a good piece for me to work on for my first official illumination. Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
Howdy, Murphy.
A few weeks ago, I posted about our outing to see Stars on Ice. Well, that morning, Bobby had complained of a scratchy throat. We chalked it up to spring in Carroll County and allergies. By the car ride home from the show that night, he was running a fever and chilled and achy.
For the next two weeks, our family would basically be immobilized by this little virus. First Bobby had it, and it put him out for about a week. Then, right as he was recovering, lo! I got it, and I was out of work for three of five days.
This threw a serious wrench into the cogs of multiple plans. We missed SCA, gaming, and a ballroom dance we were supposed to go to. It sucked.
Well, we're all recovered now. So yesterday, we decide we want to kick off the hiking season by taking a stroll with the Goldens in the Charlotte's Quest Nature Center right here in Manchester. We crest a hill and there is a most lovely pond, and I'm so absorbed in looking at the tender spring leaves reflected in its dark waters that I step right off of the path and into a ditch and twist my ankle.
>:^(
I also scraped up my elbow, wrist, hands, and leg in the fall. I went down like a sack of cement. The only good thing was the my mind had wandered so far that I was about a half-inch from the ground before I realized, "Oh. I fell down," 'cause otherwise I might have hurt my wrists too, trying to catch myself, and would have been scraped up worse than I am, which isn't too bad, all things considered.
Bobby was most impressed that I never let go of Lancelot's leash all during the fall.
I finally got to go back to SCA last night. And Master Tristan had found a good piece for me to work on for my first official illumination. Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
Howdy, Murphy.