First off, I have some very exciting news! Too Close for Comfort is a finalist in the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Awards in the Strong Romantic Elements category, and I couldn’t be happier!
Recently I broke my foot, well a bone in my foot. Now I get to wear that clunky boot thingie (looks like something you’d wear to walk on the moon) for six to eight weeks. Of course there’s a story to this broken bone fiasco and it involves two dogs, a dark night, and poor judgment. Mine!
Hubby and I pet sat for our daughter and S-I-L’s dog, Max. He’s a big adorable black Labrador mix, and as docile as can be. Then there’s Milo, my eight month old rescue puppy—a little white dynamo Terrier mix. Milo loves to pester puddin’ head Max, and sometimes I need to step in because poor Max, who has an Eeyore kind of personality, just puts up with it.
It was a dark and starless night, Milo still had way too much energy, and I got the bright idea to take the dogs out back and let them run. Well, they both sat there looking at me—I think Max was looking at me but I’m not sure because he’s so dark you can’t see him at night—waiting for the entertainment to begin. I volunteered, started running like a wild woman, and the dogs caught on. Milo the canine missile sometimes runs like a maniac, and in a mad dash, he cut me off, clipped my foot and sent me flying over him. I landed wrong, a burst of pain shot up my leg, and I laid there and cried like a baby. Sorry to say, I did cry. I also wondered how in the heck I was supposed to get back to the house, since I obviously couldn’t walk. I’m a bit lame in emergencies, and it didn’t occur to me to crawl, so I managed to get up and hop all the way back to my patio, where I could call out to my husband.
The rest, as they say, is history. As the RN at Urgent care said, I bought myself an x-ray and got sent to the cast room the next day. Fortunately I’m wearing one of those removable boots instead of a permanent cast.
Here’s the kicker. This happened just before Valentine’s Day and unbeknownst to me Hubby had made some extra special, and different plans. We were going to drive down Kanan Road, a beautiful canyon that takes us inland folks out to Pacific Coast Highway, then we’d mosey over to Santa Monica. There they have walking food tours (key word being walking) where participants go from restaurant to restaurant and sample food at each one. The total distance is around 1 ½ to 2 miles. I’m sure that helps those tasting all the great food at the wonderful restaurants feel less guilty.
As you guessed we had to cancel and I was bummed, but hubby has promised to revisit that plan for another special occasion. Or, hey, how about for no occasion at all? Just for the fun of it…once I’m wearing some footwear a little more stylish than this clunky moon boot thingie.
I’m hoping, by the time you all read this, I will have had my official seven week check-up and the boot will be history. I’ll keep you posted.
How about you, have you ever had a big event planned and some mishap or illness ruined the whole thing? Do tell!
Until next time, make it a great one,