Just something amusing, since I didn't get hurt. We're having a new driveway put in, which also means they're replacing our walkway and our front steps. Not an issue, except that the city inspector has to approve the forms and the rebar once those are in before they can pour. We've been ready for nearly a week, but it took the inspector until Monday morning to finally give the go-ahead.
About half an hour the thunderstorms hit, which meant not only no driveway pouring Monday, we also got two inches of rain. This is Oklahoma, it's spring time, it happens. But that means no pouring today, either.
So, I'm heading in to my office this morning. The forms for the steps are fine, they're sideways 2x4, I'm used to walking on those. I step down, step onto a paver we put down for a bottom step, put my left foot out to the grass, and miss, hitting a very nice pile of mud. Left foot sinks, I'm already trying to step forward, and at least no one yelled, 'TIMBER!'
My knees, chest, elbows, and hands all got very, very intimate contact with the muddy yard. Got up, climbed back onto the porch, kicked my shoes off, picked them up, walked into the laundry room and stripped. Everything into the washer, and then I went back and took ANOTHER shower.
Two redeeming features. The only thing injured was my pride, unlike the last time I fell on my face. (Got a new heart valve out of that one.) And my 93 year old neighbor wasn't out front, or he would have run over to try to help me get up. I hope to hell when I'm 93, I'm as physically tough and smart as he is, that's for sure.
Oh, and if you read this far, I'll put the next chapter into the queue tomorrow, and it's entirely possible I'll switch to posting weekly after this, because I'm almost done with Chapter 20, which is enough of a buffer to do that.