Grandma Henke

There will be no picture other than the one I will place in your mind … Thank goodness!

After having been down for a few days with a cold we decided to walk the dog together late last night.   On my way out of the motor home I loaded up my arms with things to put in the recycle bin.

I don’t know if my knee gave out or if I just missed the step but suddenly there were aluminum cans flying in every direction as I flapped my wings to try to lift myself upright from a downward spiral.

There is not much space between our motor home and Warren’s garage and one would think I would just fall into the recycle bin but somehow I flapped myself into flying off to the left in a full backward eagle onto the dark, damp ground.

The first thing to touch ground was my elbow, shortly after everything else hit simultaneously … except my head, which was unable to keep up with the rest of me and came in third place.

As I listened to the little tweetie birds that were flying in circles around my head I could hear Lynn’s voice anxiously calling, “Are you okay?   What happened?   Are you okay?    What can I do?”

My first thought was, “I’m so glad I pee’d before leaving the house.”   My next was, “Thank goodness it’s dark.”    And my third thought was, “I’ll never get out of here.”

I was laying flat on my back, head downhill from my feet, no room to turn around, unable to put any weight on either of my knees (because of an old injury), and distracted by the tweetie birds.

With Lynn’s help I was able to sit up and scoot my bottom along the ground until I could lift it onto the step of the motor home.   My fourth thought was, “Dang it, I just washed this sweatsuit I am dragging through the dirt.”

I was amazed once I got onto my feet and we got the debris brushed out of my hair and off the cream colored sweatsuit because I didn’t appear to have any major injuries other than a sore elbow and a bump on my head.   In fact, I still wanted to go on the walk.

Today was another matter, however.     My ill fated attempt to fly caused my wing muscles, front and back, to atrophy and my elbow screams aloud at anything that comes within twelve inches of it.   My knees absolutely refuse to take me anywhere.   I think they are on strike.    I am grateful that my ample bottom provided enough of a cushion that I didn’t break my hip, and have considered that maybe I should keep it ample instead of always trying to make it disappear.

I think a person of my size and age is not meant to take a flying backwards leap out of a motor home and I will try to remember that for the rest of my life!

I did, however, enjoy laying on the heating pad with soft pillows all about me as I watched General Conference.    All I’ve had to do is sigh and wish aloud and dear hubby has brought me whatever I’ve needed.    There is always a silver lining.