There was this curb, covered in grass – you know like the grass on the edge of the sidewalk had grown over the curb so it looked like it was all one level. Ya know? Well it wasn’t one level so my ankle didn’t know to take a bigger step down or out and it just twisted all up not knowing what to do since the depth of the angle didn’t register in my brain because my brain didn’t see it. Does that sound like an old person to you? Does it? I don’t think so – I think it sounds like a sidewalk that needs edged. Well the very good news, in my opinion, was I was only down a short time. Not even 5 minutes. A couple rubs on the side of my foot – some deep breaths and up I went. I was actually very surprised that I was up and walking almost immediately. Then there was a twinge in the other knee – so if I stepped wrong on the right ankle and caught myself with the left leg then that knee was screaming in pain surprising only myself that I didn’t go down completely. But this young body of mine continued with my chore and then I even went to Publix after that and did some shopping, dropped ice off at my boss’s house and then I went home. Not gonna lie, as the day wore on I was very shaken up and was getting sorer by the minute. I laid around, watched an episode of Dark on Netflix (anybody else watching?) and then took myself to Urgent care. …just in case. They at first said no broken bones but called me back later and said the radiologist saw something broken – something small in the foot that they can’t do anything about anyway. So basically I’m perfectly fine staying off my feet. And I can get around as needed. I just decided today I would stay home, as needed, feet up and work remotely…or not. The only reason I’m bringing this up is that I have had quite a few comments about this fall being related to my age. The doctor made a comment that he was surprised this was my first fall. REALLY? I mean doesn’t that seem asinine? I didn’t see the curb? How does that have anything to do with my age? And why am I the only one super impressed that I didn’t do more damage, and that I did get back up, and like my ankle didn’t break in 6 places? I mean really…I think I should be getting accolades instead of these “old” comments. Although I don’t wish ill will on people in general, I do hope a 20 year old goes down on that curb, at some point soon, so I can say SEE? Age. Seriously.
Yesterday I woke up, not sore as I was expecting, popped quite a few Advil just in case and took a drive, not like a random drive, I had some place I had planned to go before the tumble. I’m going to say this about Florida… It is a crazy place to live. I mean Central Florida is where you just don’t want to get out of your car or stop to pee. Although I did stop to pee a couple times – and had to make three stops before I found a working restroom at a gas station. The further you get from the coast, the more you seem to want to lock your doors, head down, and get to your destination. But then you come to a place like Ocala where there are horse farms like you’ve never seen in your life. It’s absolutely beautiful with rolling hills even. I mean rolling in Florida! That’s a sight in itself. And grass, green mowed grass. Acres and acres of these beautiful rolling hills. Even growing up in a town like Sewickley (or Goochland County, Virginia) where money abounds, there is nothing like Ocala horse farms. Check out some properties: https://www.ocalahorseproperties.com/ocala-farms-for-sale/ I mean the prices aren’t bad. Compared to some of the beach homes I’ve seen, or prices in California, a lot of these properties are a steal. I would live in Ocala in a heartbeat, if I had horses, a barn manager, a trainer, someone to tack up the horse for me when it’s time to ride, and at least 20 million dollars.
I also drove past this place. I want to know – who is their customer? I’m going to go back someday when I can walk around but I mean really, who is their customer? (You might have to zoom in to see)
I’m excited to be home today and blog mid day like I used to. Having a day off, mid week, no TV on…yet…although I’m thinking of trying a few more of that Dark series on Netflix, now that it’s mid day and I won’t scare myself to death. I decorated my apartment already. I’m still a bit sad of what I don’t have anymore. I was looking for a few favorite things last night which apparently didn’t make it to this place but those pangs of loss are getting less and less impactful all the time and I’m happy to have saved anything at all. I once again have a tree that I can look at at night when I’m watching TV. It’s a start.
Well, I have all this time to blog and really not a lot to say. And my blog site is all messed up. I can’t log in my usual way and am posting this in a wonky way, and not sure what is going on there and it’s causing me undo stress to think about it 🙂 So maybe I’ll use this time to send out a few books to prospective agents. Maybe the Gemini Full Super Moon (which is now) is when I’ll be lucky and get a taker. Maybe today is the day.