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Fallen, and I Can't Get Up

Actually, I fell, and I did get up, but the spill left me feeling a bit ragged for awhile. I was taking a very bipolar stroll, about 2:00 am, down the alleys of my new neighborhood one night, and I tripped over a limb. Went tumbling down to the ground, in the darkness! After I got to my feet, I was further annoyed because I forgot how many blocks I had come, and tried to get in a backyard that wasn't mine. I don't suggest walking in the middle of the night by yourself. Live and learn, as if I didn't know it was a bad idea before I started out.

I decided to walk up to the shopping center and pilfer some of their nice rocks that they use around the bigger plants. God got me for pilfering, and I know it could have been worse. I've a bit of a gimp in my walk, and one very scraped knee. I bounced on the concrete, making only one big thud in the darkness. I was glad there were no dogs around to bark. I felt so silly, and ouchy--I just got up and kept walking. What else could I do?

I was walking back to my home after collecting one shoebox of medium sized rocks. I have several pots to put seeds and plants in for the planting season, and I needed some rocks for draining the water from the bottom of the pots. I thought the shopping center would never miss a handfull of rocks, and I thought if I got them when no one was around, all the better. I believe I've learned my lesson.

I could easily have broken a bone, the way I fell. I'm feeling very fortunate to only have one very skinned knee. A friend pointed out that "the bogey man" could have been out in the dark with me. It was a very bipolar thing to do. I've got all the rocks I need now--especially if you include the rocks I've got in my head!