Pet dog, Beau, a tanned Cocker-Spaniel, sat patiently, perhaps awaiting an errant morsel that accidentally left the table top – or the intentional secret hand off below the table from Chase or Caitlin.day.
Sally’s husband, Carl, had gotten the grill set up early on and the two children, Chase and Caitlin, customarily expressing debilitating sleepiness, were nevertheless prodded into wakefulness, helping their Mom and Dad for the fantastic meal ahead.
The picnic table on the elevated back deck now held all of the settings for the lunch. Carl had just placed his first serving trays of BBQ chicken, sausages and hamburgers, dead square on the table.
Pet dog, Beau, a tanned Cocker-Spaniel, sat patiently, perhaps awaiting an errant morsel that accidentally left the table top – or the intentional secret hand off below the table from Chase or Caitlin.
“Now, we just need the potato salad” quipped Sally, turning on her heel and making tracks for the kitchen. In just a few moments she appeared at the doorway, a bowl of slightly seasoned potato salad, held in her hands.
Just two steps from the table, Beau must have seen something in the yard that grasped his attention. Just as Sally neared the table Beau bolted across her path.
Sally took a spill as she and Beau were briefly entangled. While he continued his rapid move off the back deck, Sally was catapulted forward, the tray of potato salad amazingly hitting the table top. But in pitching forward, Sally’s head made an audible impact with the side of the picnic table.
Carl and kids jumped to her side. A little abrasion was on the right temple, with a small knot beginning to appear.
“Sally, are you okay?!” shouted Carl.
Sally brought herself to a position on her side, propped on one elbow.
“Not much worse for the wear” she stated with a smile. “At least I amazingly saved the potato salad.”
She then touched the side of her head where the table and her head had met, “Ooh,” she said, gently checking the damage with her one hand.
Her family, after being assured she was relatively in good condition, helped her to her feet. She was guided to a seat at the table where Carl said, “You just take it easy for the rest of the day, Mrs. Glenn. Are you feeling up to having lunch?”
“Pretty much” replied Sally with a little grin. “It really doesn’t hurt much, just scared me that’s all. It seems that Beau needs a few lessons in ‘right of way’.”
The day passed on without further mishap. Even the little headache Sally had at first went away before lunch was finished.
After a good family time, Carl banished Sally to the upstairs bath, with a prescription for a relaxing hot bath. Carl and the kids cleaned up after lunch, making sure all food was put away, dishes done with a spanking clean rear deck.
Sally gladly accepted the terms of the afternoon, basking in a hot, scented bath while Carl and the kids played a few yard games then some video games downstairs.
The remainder of the day passed without problem. The family practiced their typical Sunday evening, Carl making sure he had everything he needed for his next day as a loan agent at the bank. The kids worked out just what they would wear to school the next day – of course, nothing was satisfactory.
Sally went over in her mind what she had to get at the local market. Later, after the kids were in bed, Carl and Sally happily crept under the covers.
Leaning close to Sally, Carl said, “How’s that lump on your head, Sweetie?”
“I’m good to go, Carl” Sally answered. “But a good nights sleep will not cause me any distress”, a smile adorning her face.
Hugs and kisses, then lights out on the day.