A post without pictures and you'll soon read why.
It's raining here and freezing on contact. There is a lovely shiny glaze on everything. I was unaware of that until I stepped on the porch to go down the steps. My foot went out from under me. I grabbed the rail and slid ever so gracefully (or not) down the steps. Funny how hand knit gloves glide on an iced railing. Mr. Bettis remained on the porch even though the gate was standing wide open. On a normal day he would've sprinted over my crippled and crumbled body completely oblivious to my plight and gone for a nice run. He must've sensed the nasty weather because he just stood there and stared at me not even contemplating a run off. Although he appeared to be having a good chuckle as dogs sometimes do:).
Nothing is broken. Well......I take that back. Nothing is broken but my pride. My bum is a bit tender but otherwise I'm fine. Why is it when I fall the first thing I do is look around to see if anyone saw me? I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize I'm alone. Until I make an attempt to get up, then I'm screaming for someone, anyone to come get me up. Funny how my family NEVER hears me screaming. Selective hearing once again.
I'm off to knit. The candles are ready in case the power goes out.