Observations

As I fell into the flowerbed and then rolled (over rocks and mud) until hitting the parking lot curb, I realized that this landscaping section was terribly steep. I had no business climbing around and reaching for weeds, and steepness had never bothered me before now. This was so irritating! I could not stop myself from falling over. I was so glad I was the only one there and had no witnesses to my frailty.

I thought. It turned out that one of the Elders did see me tumble. After ensuring I was OK, he entered the Kingdom Hall, returned with some tools, and began pruning the rose bushes that lined our stairs from the parking lot to the front door. I was happy to see this because they needed a good prune, but my snippers were forgotten at home.

It wasn’t until bedtime that twinges of soreness poked at me. My torso and scraped elbow told me I would feel the aftermath of my fall tomorrow. Bruises would begin to surface.

I was wrong. I think the fact that I directed my fall and rolled instead of fighting kept me from serious harm. That, and the flower bed soil was very soft. The day was warm and hot, and the soft dirt made me want to nap. A nap was not in the cards because I was upside down and lying on a rock. 


Oh, and there was a witness, remember?

TTFN

Last Words

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If you know me at all, you are laughing right now. I am the clumsiest, can’t walk a straight line sober, accident waiting to happen. I don’t know if my equilibrium is wonky or I am not affected by gravity the same way most people are.

People who are clumsy, are never clumsy to the degree that I am. That kind of sounds like I’m boasting, but I assure you I’m not. For years I believed the reason I tripped over my own feet was because my best friend in high-school would trip me when we walked together. Looking back, I think she did this to make me look stupid in front of guys I liked. Looking back, I have no clue why she was my ‘friend’.

I graduated high school and worked for a year to save money to go to college with my BFF. No one tripped me, or tied my shoelaces together, and yet – I seemed just as clumsy as ever. I did not have to be on my feet either. I could just as easily drop something, then lose my balance and fall off my chair trying to retrieve it.

I am not able to stand still. My balance is so odd, that I have to move my feet and change positions while I stand – or – I will fall over. This is very embarrassing when I’m waiting in line at the DMV. You should have seen me wearing ‘skechers’.

I have no depth perception. I can see you – very well. I just don’t know where exactly you are. Or where the table is. Doorways move into my way – so I smack into door frames when I round a corner. Walking across a room is hazardous to my health. I trip over miniscule bumps in the carpet.

Maybe, as someone suggested, I am just too much in a hurry. Slowing down might help. I do tend to rush around working on my never-ending to-do list. So, I will experiment with this.

“Oh, No!” You groan and slap your forehead.

“Oh, Yes!” I answer the challenge. NaNoWriMo is over and I need to focus on something.

Stay Tuned…

♥  TTFN  ♥