"Falling in Love!" We all know that phrase from songs, poems, and experience, but how about just "Falling?" Hopefully, my readers, you aren't as familiar with that.
Some of us are just more clumsy than others, and it seems that many of my family members (usually the older ones) have unfortunate familiarity with falling. I won't identify everyone because I'd like to remain friends as well as relatives.
Perhaps I should start with my motivation for this Valentine's Day Blog, more than just "Falling in Love." Today is Friday the 13th, but for me, Monday was the 13th. A simple trip to our library became a huge TRIP for me as my concentration shifted from getting my flip-flopped feet up a simple step to gawking at a somewhat bizarre person. Note to self…rude to gawk. Anyway, I fell hard on the flagstone patio leading up to the door. Purse, glasses, and books flew in opposite directions, and people came running. The object of my gawking ran for ice, another dear lady had a bandaid for my bleeding wrist, someone asked permission to gather up the contents of my purse and restore it, and my four books were gathered up as well. Then a man from the city came and asked, "Do you know your name?" Fortunately, I did, and was able to get up before the paramedic arrived. I missed that, thank goodness, because I was in the stacks by then. I'm fairly certain none of the great people who helped me would ever read this blog, but I sure am grateful to them for their help.
As my dear husband and I have nursed my sore knees and several other landing points this week, I've had time to "Count the ways of How We Have Fallen."
1. Down school steps, garage steps, and department store steps
2. Forward over logs in the campground, parking bumpers in lots, a stupid decorative thingy on a sideway where it didn't belong, and just plain over backwards.
3. Into a manhole (only one leg), between a loading dock and a truck, off a tram, off a ladder, through a screen door, and onto the roller skating rink floor.
Counting the damage incurred over the years; one broken hip, a broken heel, broken ribs, broken ankle, damaged hips, knees, and shoulders leading to later replacement, countless bruises, stitches and a lot of shattered pride. Oh yes, did you know falling up steps is as bad as falling down? As I said, this partially covers my immediate, older family members, but it doesn't stop there. This is a picture of a friend's new t-shirt.
