I got some great presents this Christmas. My mom got me an Android tablet. My Grandpa Jerry and Grandma Patsy got me clothes, gift cards, some books I really wanted, and a pull-up bar for the house so I don’t have to go to the gym every day to work on my core strength.
My Grandpa Fred and Grandma Deb got me some lighted juggling rings I’d been wanting, and a huge trampoline. (There were lots of other presents from friends and family, too, but this post isn’t about the wonderful gifts.)
And then there was the Christmas present I didn’t want: a sprained ankle with a hairline fracture across the growth plate on my right foot. Yes, I got it on the trampoline. No, I didn’t fall off the trampoline (there is a huge net around it), and I didn’t put my foot through the springs (the springs are covered). I just landed a flip wrong, and I heard it pop.
So my new trampoline is just sitting there. In the sunshine. Looking wonderful. And I’m sitting here, inside. Being grumpy.