The Big Spill

For those of you who watched me turn my salad plate and its contents upside down and so noisily drop it in the refectory yesterday, I was even less graceful today.

I fell hard on the brick pavement in front of the Whole Foods driveway before noon, landing squarely on my left cheek and side. The car entering the parking lot saw me in time to put on the brakes. I did not break any bones or teeth, and the most obvious damage was to my glasses. My left knee is turning a whole variety of colors and I may have a bruised face tomorrow, but my time in the optometry shop on Sherman Avenue was more interesting than I'd have guessed.

The person on duty listened to my explanation of why my glasses looked so peculiar, and then began asking me about my vision, my pupils, my teeth, and whether my nose felt normal. It turns out that he's an EMT! Not only that, but he's a former seminarian, too. He also was the best listener that I've met in some time.

Stay tuned to see what graceful act I accomplish tomorrow.