I learn something new almost daily. This week I learned if you are going to fall, do it in mud. I have a large pot off my patio that I wanted to move. I even made a plan for achieving this goal.
I have this pair of pink Crocs I keep for the purpose of walking in mud (I live in Oregon folks). I unlocked the patio storage and slipped on my mud walkers.
While there I removed our handy-dandy fold up dolly and called Bob to the patio for instructions. He was to stay on the patio in charge of the dolly. I, in my mud walkers, would get the pot and bring it to Bob and the dolly. Got that?
Good to go then, I squished out to where the pot was located and lifted it. My brain, my body, and the pot turned to go back to the patio. My feet did not make the turn, my mud walkers were suction stuck in the mud. Not good. Not in the plan.
I began falling and after doing that for a while I landed flat on my back in the mud, as flat as is possible to be. I could have made mud angels rather than snow angels. Fortunately the pot landed to my side but on its side.
Bob, watching this from the patio, panicked and came to me wearing his good shoes. Not good. Not in the plan. By this time I am laughing because I knew I was not hurt, and I knew getting up was going to be a problem. I asked Bob to stand by me and I used him like a tree to support myself getting up.
I had to walk in my sock feet back to the patio and remove my socks before I could go in the house. It was watery mud. The back of my clothes were soaked through and through. I stripped, changed clothes, and headed for the washer. Bob managed to set the pot up right and rolled it back to its original place, got my shoes unstuck, and headed for the patio. He assumed the role of shoe washer.
Sometimes plans just do not work out. We will give that plan another try about July or August.