Remember the time last year I took the dog to Charleson Park in the rain and I fell on my ass twice and got mud in private areas?
This time I kind of belly-flopped on my front and then nearly lost my shoes in the squelch.
Fortunately, my cellphone was unaffected.
When Katr came to pick me up, she informed me that I am no longer allowed to go to this park during the wet season.
I have to say, I took my faceplant with great good humour, despite the fact that my shoes are ruined. Once again, there were several witnesses to my slapstick tumble, yet no word of concern. I felt the irony of this keenly a little later, when I came across a woman crying near the duck pond while her dog frolicked. I asked her if she was okay and she kind of looked at my muddy front and waved me off, as if to say: "I don't want to talk to anyone who sharts at the park. But thanks."
One does what one can.
