Things have been hectic, and I have a lot to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day! Yesterday morning, a misstep on my morning walk sent me into a faceplant on the sidewalk 15 minutes from home. There wasn’t a soul in sight, and I was grateful to be able to pick myself up and stand, finding that I was bloody (split lip, cuts to left cheekbone and brow) but unbroken. At my age, it’s wonderful to be able to say that after a full-length fall onto concrete. I walked home at my normal pace, keeping the bleeding under control with a tissue i had in my pocket.
Once there, my dear husband took over, making me lie down with ice packs, checking that the pupils of my eyes were reactive. By the time I got to my son’s for an early holiday dinner that evening, some of the guests didn’t realize what had happened. Today I’ve got bruises blooming and random aches, but I’m happy at the outcome. One more feast tomorrow with relatives (for which I spent the afternoon baking) will round out the holiday.
This Saturday, the 29th, I’ll be signing books at Mitchell’s Coffee House from 2 to 4 pm, and I hope some of you will drop in and see me. I hope I don’t scare people if the bruises get worse. I think they make me look rakish.
This photo is of Mother with Kippy in 1970, at the wheel of the Stella Solaris, a cruise ship which took them to Central America. Read about them in The Girl Who Talked Too Much!
Ann Dickinson Sargent 