Snowfall

So, as stated in a previous post, the weekend's wild weather wasn't without a local casualty.  Sadly, me beautiful bride chose the early morning hours on Saturday to defy the laws of gravity and remind me of how she fell for me, lo those many years ago.

Indeed.

 

Normally, Jack LOVES playing out in the snow.  Loves it.  And this blizzard would prove to be no exception.  Except.....she forgot some of the basic tenets of ice and stairs, and overestimated her own agility.

 

Here she, is about 30 seconds before the dreadful fall, playing with Brady, who had his fill of the cold, snow, and outdoors, and was all too happy to head back inside to the warmth of his blankets and multiple sleeping quarters.

Unfortunately, as Jack walked Brady back into the house, she backed up, missed the top step, and went ass over teakettle down onto the walkway.  I was too concerned for her safety, so I didn't catch it on film, but this should give you an idea of what the end result looked like.

The outcome put a damper on the wintry weekend.  Thankfully she didn't suffer any major injuries in the fall, but her ankle twisted in an ugly direction.  The result?  A weekend on the couch, her foot elevated on pillows.

This morning, we got her to the foot specialist, Dr. John Clarity, the miracle worker who at some point, has seen virtually every foot of the extended Cook family.

Here's the patient, ALWAYS in a good mood

Here, the doctor happily delivers the news that the X-rays didn't show any broken bones.  Ligament damage and swelling and bruising, but she should be ready in time for the Patriots opening kickoff in August.

She'll be spending the next few days house-bound, with Brady and Minnie keeping her company, not to mention her in-house physicians, Heather and Dad.

Here's the wounded warrior, or as Jack calls it, her Cankle.

Sounds like a week worth of watching Downton Abbey and ESPN Sportscenter is on tap for my sweetie.

Wish her well!  Here's hoping for a speedy recovery for my best friend!