Dragon eggs and broken baskets
Not a basket of dragon eggs - no. And not really the basket - the mount for my bicycle basket broke today on one side. Unfortunately (and probably for this reason) there were several pounds of produce in the basket. Even more unfortunately, I was in the process of stopping at the time, but hadn't finished. The mount breaking threw the load to one side, unbalancing me and leading to a skinned knee. And a torn pants leg. I felt so silly.
There were some women in the store next to where I fell. They were staring out, horrified, asking if I was all right. When I fall, when I get hurt, I tend to sit where I am for a few minutes, centering myself. So it probably looked pretty bad. I automatically told them I was all right, I was fine and I thanked them. Got up, checked that I should be able to get the groceries home and I took off. But I wondered about myself. I automatically assured them I was fine. Before I was sure of that fact myself. Even as I kid, I didn't like for people to make a fuss over me when I scraped myself up. When the dog bit me, I hid under the bed because I didn't want to worry my mother. I did a lot of not wanting to worry my mother.
So ... When I got home, I called my mother and told her that I'd fallen off my bike and scraped my knee. 40 years too late.
Oh, and it was 11 miles today. I need to make a note of that since I've yet to update my travel log.
There were some women in the store next to where I fell. They were staring out, horrified, asking if I was all right. When I fall, when I get hurt, I tend to sit where I am for a few minutes, centering myself. So it probably looked pretty bad. I automatically told them I was all right, I was fine and I thanked them. Got up, checked that I should be able to get the groceries home and I took off. But I wondered about myself. I automatically assured them I was fine. Before I was sure of that fact myself. Even as I kid, I didn't like for people to make a fuss over me when I scraped myself up. When the dog bit me, I hid under the bed because I didn't want to worry my mother. I did a lot of not wanting to worry my mother.
So ... When I got home, I called my mother and told her that I'd fallen off my bike and scraped my knee. 40 years too late.
Oh, and it was 11 miles today. I need to make a note of that since I've yet to update my travel log.