At 6:41 and 25 seconds (U.S. Eastern Time) this morning (3rd August 2012) as I was walking my dog, I slipped and fell in my neighbouring community "Glen Oaks Manor"
I slipped on some sand which had been washed out on a side walk during or recent tropical storm.
I “suffered” minor abrasions to my left knee and to my left arm. I broke the fall on the fleshy part of my right hand. It is now a bit swollen.
The greater injury was to my dignity.
My fall was observed by two other early morning dog walkers.
They were appropriately concerned, but entirely relieved when I told them that all was well. They were able to smile when I assured that that I was cold sober at 6:41 and 25 seconds a.m.
It’s comforting to know that had I broken or sprained my wrist these other dog walkers would have been there to assist me.
My good dog Penne stayed by my side even though I had dropped her leash.
BUT THERE WAS A LOVELY KICKER.
For the next ten minutes of our walk Penne looked up at me frequently as if to ask “Are you O.K?”.
And in those ten minutes I had to stop walking from time to time so that I could tickle Penne’s chin and assure her that “Daddy” was O.K
I choose to think that Penne is deeply protective of her “Papa”.
My fall was indubitably at 6:41 and 25 seconds a.m. (U.S. Eastern Time). For when I fell the “jolt” caused my wrist watch to stop at that particular time.
Later in the morning I was able to re-start my watch.
And for most of this day I have lavished praise on Penne.