So Sheila reads my last entry about my comfort zone and asks me if I really want to test my comfort zone and go outside in the yard and do some yard work with her.  I am taken aback and question why I wrote such a thing in the first place.  But it works on me and after the BYU football is over I actually decide to at least go outside (hoping that she is finished).  I come up stairs and I see her out back with Pete so I wait a bit after Pete has gone and I go outside looking for her.  I find the garbage can she has been using but she isn't there so I come back inside and find her sitting on a stool in the kitchen with her back to me.  When she turns around she is crying and she tells me that she had fallen.  My worst fears are quickly alleviated when she explains that she had tried to stuff leaves into that garbage can and it rocked back onto its wheels and tipped over taking her with it.  She fell onto it and then onto the driveway hitting her right ear and side of her head.  She hurts, but didn't break anything, but I am still gentle and concerned while trying to help her see the humor in it all.  She also hit her knee, but her ear and jaw hurt the most and the longest.  That was yesterday and she has pretty much recovered, but I never like it when my 'cobber' hurts and especially when I do something stupid to cause her to hurt.  I can't stand it when she cries.  Thankfully her tears didn't last long.  In fact, it is pretty much forgotten now that Saturday and now Sunday have come and gone.  Weekend's over & now to work...