This was the week of falls for us.

The temperatures weren't the only thing dropping around the Walker household. It started for me, right after the NASCAR. I fell, right in the street and hurt myself, something awful. Sunday, Elyse fell at church. I didn't see it, but I hear that it was quite a spectacle. And the piesta resistance, so to speak was my En'. En had the fall of a lifetime. Thank God, no broken bones. But at his height and weight there was no cushion to soften the blow. I was totally asleep and awakened by some kind of thud, thud all the way down each step. Not a yelp or a peep, just thud, thud, thud. I waited to hear the cry of who it was. Little fellows fall all the time and the jump up hollering, but there was silence, complete silence after this fall. I hollered. What was that?
Enoch was laying on the couch, just quietly nursing his wounds. "My bottom is out of place now", was his somewhat facetious response to the fall. How can a fellow be so droll? I was crying for him, inside, but I couldn't let him see my tears when he was being so brave.
He was convicted that he had treated his sister harshly and took the spanking like a man. None of us could tell him otherwise. I seem to think that the NASCAR was so loud that it affected all of our equilibriums. Whatever the case, my young man took two very well earned days off and won't be able to sit down for a month without the remembrance and painful impression of every single step on his bottom. We're out of tylenol for everybody's aches and pains.