Because there’s so many trees in our neighborhood, the streets are often root-cracked and irregularly patched. That’s true of the sidewalks too, so I have to watch that I don’t stumble over the uneven parts. Of course, that leaves my head open to the nonexistent mercies of low hanging branches; and there’s a lot of those. Even in daylight, I have to pay attention.
When foster dog Bob and I took our evening walk, I made the unfortunate mistake of wearing my computer glasses—which focus at about 30″—instead of switching to my regular ones, as I usually do. So the whole way it was pretty much…stumble, conk…stumble, conk… Four blocks around. …stumble, conk… I think Bob thought it was funny. We’ll discuss that at dinnertime.
Meanwhile, I’m home and Bob’s fed and I’m left nursing a bruised toe and a half-cracked cranium. It’s my own fault I know, and I’ll chalk it up to experience and all that. Besides, just because I spent half-an-hour conkin’ my noggin’, that’s no excuse for being a sorehead.