I had a plan…

Okay, having a plan is not necessarily the kiss of doom, but let’s face it, it does create an interesting contrast.

The plan consisted of going to the conservation station so we could order compositing and rain barrels. Then we would finish the latest puppy proofing of the dog yard. Two spots needed reinforcing. One to keep Sweety, the beast, from getting stuck under the deck, the other to keep Sweety, the beast, from escaping and trying to catch a car. Also as a bonus I get to spend time with my parents, enjoy their company and get to play outside in the sun.

With snow on the way, spring weather is sooooo unpredictable, we had to scrap the plans of playing in the garden, but the garage needs to be sorted soon to allow for deliveries, so that was on the radar as well.

Yep I had a plan, but I slept late, arrived a little later than planned, but my Dad and I met some wonderful people at the conservation station and he was able to place his order. We got back to the house and I managed to slip on a wet spot on the floor. My feet went right out, flop-flip- splat on the floor. With my nose close to the ground I knew it was urine, from the older dog. She occasionally leaks, as older things do. Anyway, I managed to climb to my feet.

Now, when doing a self check after a stumble the first thing is blood, bones, and can you stand up and move. After that the rest is easy. But I had slipped and fallen in pee. It was on the floor!

I had to clean it up. I was mopping up as I realized it was on my sweater, it was on my tunic, it was on my arm, my hair, my side, my knees. I needed a shower, to change clothes.

Shawn, my ever supportive husband called, my new boss had called looking for me. Someone needed to speak with me about my entry paperwork. So I left, I went home, showered, did laundry, filed paper work and had a good evening. Tomorrow as the weather turns foul, I’ll be outside fixing the dog yard. I don’t think that counts as a plan.