Dale is at work today, training the kids (his students, we call them the kids because I can never remember their names) so I decided to work outside cleaning up and preparing for Summer. I was trying to get the tarp off of our bikes (they’re on a rack) and the bench I was standing on broke. I knew the wood was starting to go bad, but really didn’t expect it to break with me a couple feet in the air. Now my ankle is swelling and walking hurts. I don’t think I broke it, but it’s definitely not in good condition either. So there is a broken bench outside, the tarp is still partially over the bikes and I’m thinking my to-do list for the day isn’t likely to get done.
The somewhat funny part of the whole experience is I’m laying on the ground, my foot still stuck in the wood of the bench, wondering how I’m going to get out of this situation if my ankle is broken (which it felt like for about 30 minutes) and Giles comes out to offer me a cookie. He apparently heard me fall and the not-so-nice words I said right after falling and thought the way to fix the problem was to give me a cookie. Of course, he took a cookie for himself as well, but it was a really sweet thought even if it wasn’t really helpful.
