Stripping in the Garage

I decided to take the dog to the park this morning because it’s been too wet and muddy to get a good walk in these last couple of days.

I fell. Slipped in some mud and one foot went forward and the other stayed beneath me and down I went, seemingly in slow motion. My phone went flying. The dog got dirty, too, but I don’t know if I pulled him down or if it was just that messy.

I laid there on the paved path thinking “I should take a picture of this so that people will understand.” Instead I lifted the leg that had been beneath me and made sure I could move everything. My knee already hurt so I knew I couldn’t just roll over and push myself up on the asphalt. I laid there some more, hoping and dying of embarrassment that someone would come along.

They did not.

I checked my leg again. Everything moved. Okay.

I sat up. I put my phone back in my pocket. I butt scooted toward the edge of the path until I was in the soft ground. I got up.

And I was so fucking happy to be standing again that we just went for the rest of our walk. I might regret that later. We’ll see how sore I end up.

Everything was so caked in dirt I just stripped in the garage and threw all my clothes in the wash.

I need to get in the shower and get clean myself, but I’m not quite feeling that ambitious.