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Falling Up & DownI've never been considered a graceful person. I'm forever stumping my toe on one leg of the bed, knocking my head off trying to get in the car, and my mother used to remind me I was supposed to be a little girl as she kissed my scraped knees. By the time I was 10 she'd given up. I was the daughter who sat on a fence post while twirling my hula hoop around one ankle, the one who often rode her bike by standing up & throwing both hands in the air, tore one shin open when climbing the metal steps to the slide and had to go get a tetnus shot. I never got to be the little princess in our class plays. I was either a daffodil or one of the three billy goats gruff or an Eskimo. I almost broke ever bone in my body because I was determined to learn how to skate backwards. I was a tomboy and there's no other way to describe me.
One would think I'd have outgrown some of that at least, but if there's a bumpy hill to climb down, I'll be the one that ends up rolling to the bottom. I've honestly tried to be more graceful as I age. I've finally figured out this is not going to happen. Last month we had an ice storm which covered my porch very well. I didn't dare go outside because the last time I did that and slipped on the ice, I couldn't get up. My sister was there at the time and told me I'd have to crawl back to the door because she was not going to slip-slide out to where I was. This time I waited until the next day when half of the porch & steps where clear of ice and I eased myself down to the frozen grass to go to the grocery store. When I came home with my purse in one hand and two sacks in the other hand, I tried to be very careful to step only on the parts of the stairs that had thawed. Naturally, that failed and I fell "up the stairs" like a block of ice. I hit both shins on the bottom steps, the knees on the second step, my chest hit the third step which caused my chin to bang on the porch. My shins still hurt in places and I would not be surprised if I cracked a few bones since it's been a whole month. So, that's how I fell UP the stairs.
This month (last weekend in fact) I was taking a shower. With my half-sized hot water heater, one has to turn the water on just long enough to get wet, then turn it off while soaping up and washing. That way when the water is back on, it's still hot. I always get soap in my eyes and I was fumbling around trying to find the tiny little shelf that holds my body wash when I dropped said bottle on my toe and it hurt like *%!@#!*x. I couldn't stop long enough to scream and hold my foot (we all know that helps) because I was trying to get all the soap off before the dang water turned cold. As I bent over to wash my feet, my rear end hit the shower door, sending it flying open and since there are no handles or bars in this shower I had nothing to hold on to although both arms were flaying around trying to grab something which resulted in my knocking several items to the ground, including the trash can. (Can you say coffee grounds on the carpet?) I don't think my body even bent. I felt out like a wooden plank with different parts of my body hitting various objects. Part of me settled on the frame at the bottom where the door closes, I'm not sure what my rear end hit but it's sure bruised & my head hit the bottom of the clothing rack when I finally stopped falling. The shower door does not open all the way back because the little hot water heater was installed right in front of it. We're talking a very small cramped spot and unfortunately when I came back to my senses I was still half in, half out of the shower on my back. I was already so sore and items that I managed to knock around in my vain attempt to stop my fall were now in my way. I was slick with water and I still don't know how I managed to get the rest of myself out of the shower. You should see the bruises up and down my back side! They're at the black/red/purple stage now and I have to be careful how I sit down in the chair.
I have now made a vow to myself that I will no longer even attempt gracefulness. I'm already having visions of my son slapping me in a nursing home as soon as there's money to pay for one.  Well, I do remember saying I wanted to live long enough to be a burden to him.......I can't figure out why he's not acting burdened yet. All I can get out of him is, "Geez, Mom, ya gotta be careful before you break your neck." And I swear he has a twinkle in his eye every time he says that!A BreakFor some reason this blog is determined to be in "bold" no matter what I try. I really hate that because it will stand out so much one would think it was about something important. I'm actually just checking in because I used to be here every single day, but lately I've taken a break. I'm still crazed because Spaces messed up my Friends List & won't change it back to the way it was. Seems to take twice as much time to see anyone's complete site, plus it absolutely will NOT allow me to arrange my favorite friends so they're first. If anyone has found a solution to that, please, pleeeeeze let me know!
My life has been up & down lately. My cell phone died, my microwave did too, although in that case it was a slow & agonizing death. Still, had to replace both. Today my electric heater followed the others to the grave. Fortunately, my landlords had another that I like even better so that saved me some $$.
I have to admit that since I got satellite connection & the new tv for Christmas, I've been watching much more than usual. Plus all my regular shows have started. Anyone out there watching "American Idol" with me? Well, they already deleted one that I really liked, but as of now I'm rooting for Adam!
We've been in the middle of cold rainy weather this week & it would depress me if I weren't already depressed. I wake up every morning & go to bed every night believing in my heart that God's in His Heavens, all's right with the world. But in between I'm still stuck in this old rickety room that leaks air, where the hot water tank is too small for a complete shower & no matter which faucet it comes from it stinks like sulfur, is crammed full of my stuff but there's still more stuff in storage that I'd like to have......like all my photo albums.
Is any of that truly important? Of course not. That's just the state of my moody mind has been in lately.
I'm going to do better, I promise. If any of you have missed my comments on your blogs, now you know why & I really will try to keep more up-to-date! Luv my friends!
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