“Oh, bother!” said Pooh. “I shall have to go on.”
Well, honey, yesterday did not go As Planned. Because as I was tra-la-la-ing on my daily walk, enjoying a visit to the Kenilworth of Madison, an invisible drain cover – lurking sinisterly below the level asphalt – grabbed my ankle and twisted it in a Very Uncomfortable Way. Ironically enough, my tra-la-la-ing thoughts just moments before had been: Walking Around is the Best Thing in the World.
So today I missed my walk for the first time in almost 2 years (June Oneth 2018). But, piloting around on these crutches (yes, I got crutches) takes enough out of my arms, I really think I am almost walking around on my hands, like a disoriented acrobat. That’s got to count for something, right?
I worked recumbently, at home, and I did get quite a bit done, once my friend pointed out that if she could make coffee with a broken leg, I could do it on a sprained ankle, FFS (that’s a quote). All I needed was my back pack, a little shopping bag and a mason jar. I swear, whatever you are imagining I did with those items – YOU ARE WRONG. I drained the first pot and felt my humanity return. Then I made a second pot, and I was almost myself. Then my roommate came home from a grocery run for me with the biggest jug of cold brew coffee I have ever seen. She really gets me.
The butterflies I imagined are definitely grounded this week. Yesterday, I couldn’t bear any weight on my foot, and I can’t stumble around on crutches with the camera – yet. But, I’m not ready to say I can’t make any butterflies at all. Because I really had some things I wanted you to see, and that’s how we always do together, dear. We’ll just see.