Yesterday, in a rushed and distracted frame of mind, I had a very stupid fall, not while on my bicycle, but while getting on it. I am not sure what happened exactly, but a loss of balance combined with gravity to send me crashing onto the left-side handle bar, cracking a rib or two. Needless to say, while the pain was more than adequate, what disturbed me most was the fact that had I been thinking in a more focused and less harried manner, this would not have happened. And people tout the virtue of multi-tasking. Pah. If there is an upside to this, it is the fact that my bike’s handlebars are the drop variety, so the surface I engaged so unexpectedly with my ribs was relatively flat. Had I been on my mountain bike, I would have been impaled. Come to think of it, though, I don’t think I’ve ever had this sort of moment on my mountain bike.
My Dearest Friend Jennifer and her son, Nate, came over later in the evening, which was wonderful moral support. And Nate brought with him some of his famous, Nate The Great scones! I hope he stays with cooking. He’s good and creative. And he’s all of 11 years old.
In any case, breaking a few ribs is not an ideal way to go into the final five days before a major move. I could function today, very deliberately, you might say, but getting out of bed was an exercise in physiology, biomechanics and geometry. Tonight I am feeling a bit better. Tomorrow my earthly detritus goes into storage.
Thanks for your time on the phone today, Cousin Tobey!