of a weekend at home — blue skies and warm temperatures — i had wandered the garden where the world had gathered. it was so crowded, i asked if parking was still available. and happily learned it was. when i asked why the excitement, i learned a kite festival was in progress. still trying to use time at home well, i scheduled a date with a friend.
roadblock — hopefully only a pebble — okay a larger stone. preparing to meet my friend, i got up from our dining room chair. i don’t remember doing anything different. i don’t remember banging my foot, twisting my leg or doing anything stupid. pain 