This morning I spent quite a bit of time out front shoveling snow and ice. The house faces northeast and ours is the last house on the block, possibly the city, where the snow melts. I swear there will be snow in our yard in August! I wanted to get it cleared as I'm so afraid either the lawn guys, the paper delivery person or our neighbor might slip and fall. Besides, I didn't want to fall taking out the garbage cans. The driveway is sloped so that doesn't help matters at all. I got it cleared up as much as possible, taking baby steps all the time and being careful. (I did find some salt stuff later that I sprinkled around. That stuff really works!)
So Deloris, our neighbor, and I take the dogs for a walk. There was still ice on the driveway so Maggie and I walk down to the sidewalk through the our yard. It was full of snow but at least was not icy. We had gotten around the block when Maggie sees a rabbit, pulls the leash and......yes.....I fell! So much for being careful. I bruised my knee and I'm sure it's going to be sore in the morning.
Tell me this. Why do we get embarrassed when we do things like that? It's like we've done something wrong or anything. I just laughed it off but I still felt silly. That's the second time Maggie has done that to me. I fell one day walking back from the mail box from her pulling me. I managed to throw myself on the grass so I wasn't hurt, but I looked around to make sure no one saw me.
I'm going to have to have a talk with Maggie! In the meantime, I think I'll go sit down. Very carefully!