The best tool is observation. If I had been a little more observant I would have seen the soaker hose. My boot would not have caught under it. Instead I flipped forward onto the sidewalk and bounced in to the street. Fortunately, I did not hit my head. I kept my wits and rolled back to the curb.
A very nice young man stopped his truck to help. Next on the scene was my neighbor, Chuck Price, who heard the Good Samaritan’s call for help. My husband heard the commotion and was right behind him.
My arm is broken. But not my spirit. It will take a little getting used to.Right now, even typing this short entry is difficult. So from the awkwardness and pain, I will receive lessons in prioritization.
Within the week I expect to adapt. This is an opportunity to catch up on reading. And an opportunity to really thank the Lord for my many, many blessings.
This is just a temporary inconvenience.