It is late Thursday afternoon. I’ve spent the day wrestling with the A-List.  

In the course of the last week or so we’ve found a number of deceased animals on our property—a dying rat (good riddance to him!)  Two days ago, Jojo came trotting up from the back yard carrying a dead squirrel half as big as she is.  This morning our property manager found a dying rabbit.  

I write murder mysteries.  Is it possible someone is tossing out poison?  Are Mary and Jojo at risk?  I tried contacting Game and Fish.  No response.

So today, when the dogs went out into the yard, I went along with them.  They disappeared into the brush at the back of the pond, and I went after them.

There are stairs in our backyard—lots of them.  I always warn visitors not to look at the sights until they are done with the steps.  Did I bother to heed my own advice on this occasion?   No, I did not.  I was busy looking for dogs in bushes.  I tripped on one step and landed with both knees on the next one up.

I’ve been gradually regaining some range of movement in my right shoulder—due in large measure to help from Dan Kritsonis, our personal trainer.  I’ve also been blessed with some long distance coaching from one of my fans—Doranne Long, a physical therapist from Grants Pass, Oregon, and the author of Your Body Book, http://yourbodybook.com.

Fortunately for me, I fell on my left side rather than my right, and I did no damage to my right wrist, arm, or hand, due to landing on the soft earth of a very recently dug mole hole.  (Obviously the moles are NOT being poisoned!)

Thanks again to Dan, I didn’t have haul out my phone and call Bill to deliver those dreaded Baby Boomer words, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”  Because I could get up and did get up.  I limped back inside and have been icing my knees ever since with one of them bruised just above the knee cap and the other just below.

So this is how my Thursday has been.  A few bumps in the in the road, but hey.  I’m on the right side of the grass.

Have a good one.