Pogo A No-No

Today, the sun was out, the air was warm and me, Allyson & Sierra were sitting out on the front porch. I decided to sweep out the garage and tidy up the accumulations from winter. I was putting things in bags to go to Goodwill and wiping down months of dust from the recycle bins. Allyson pulled the toys, scooters, hula hoops and other assorted items away from the wall so I could sweep out the winter doldrums.

Once the floor was free of debris, I began putting things back in an orderly fashion. When I picked up the pogo stick, for some unexplainable reason, I decided to give it a try. One foot on the right side, hop, one foot on the left side, fall.

Yep, great big thud. I hit the concrete driveway on my right knee and took a pretty hard jolt to both wrists and elbows. The girls freaked. I was able to get myself up and into the house. I sat in my glider and put my feet up while Allyson and Sierra grabbed bags of ice for the assorted areas that hurt the most.

So let’s rehash the events. Feeling good; little work; big mistake; feeling rotten.