Yesterday I was enjoying the beautiful weather with Meredith outside. We ventured out to our neighborhood playground which just happens to be right next to the pool. I was focusing on the pool because it appeared that it was filled and ready to be used for the season. As I was walking I happened to step in a hole and the next thing I knew I was in the ground and in lots of pain.
I tried to keep my cool so Meredith wouldn't think something was wrong. I managed to make it up to the playground and back home.
With this trip to Europe coming up in just five days, I decided to go get it looked at to see if I fractured it. Low and behold, there is a broken bone in my foot. So now I sit here wondering what to do with this trip. We're supposed to leave on Friday and I have a broken foot bone. I have to wear a walking boot for six weeks which is not easy to get around in. Without the boot I am limping.
And now the ash cloud from that volcano is supposed to be spreading towards France later this week.
I just don't know if this trip was meant to be. We're seriously contemplating canceling. I just don't know how we're going to make this work :-(
Here's a picture in case you wanted a visual. I realize it looks like a dead body.