Best way to start a week is by NOT running to the bus stop in such a manner that you slip on the ice and fall right on your hands and knees, to result in scraped and hacked up & bleeding kneecaps and skinned palms and a re-twisted ankle (yes, that’s right…third time’s the charm)
Twisted it the 1st time back in ‘91 while I was in tech school. It happened when I walked down a flight of stone steps outside of the campus security building, and I figured the second to last step as the last. Hey, as a child, I was always told to carry my head high.
The second time was just this last spring, again, walking to the bus stop, only the sidewalk crack was to blame. This time was the kicker though, ’cause my reason for skipping into a jog around the corner was because in the dark not-quite light of the a.m. I saw the lights of a bus as it barreled toward the end of the block. Now you’d think I’d have taken a better look, but no…ran anyway.
When I fell, I had the wind knocked out of me literally. And I didn’t just fall down on the sidewalk, it was that awful old black asphalt pavement that sort of falling apart and all gravely (which added to the fun of cleaning up my hands and knees when I arrived at work).
That bus, by golly, was not a metro transit one, but a *gulp* school bus. God, I don’t think I ever knew a bigger klutz, let alone a blinder one.
When I get home tonite I can’t find the darned air cast I used last time, so right now I’m all ace-bandaged up and have my leg propped up on a stool, my ankle resting on top of a package of frozen peas. I don’t have a fancy ice pack to use, but now I’m gonna invest in one. Never know when the klutz in me is gonna come out again (o:
Remember When?
Of course you do. Back in the late 70’s when I was in grade school (and some of you were, too) we HAD to wear the collars on our polo shirts UP, HAD to have the beaded safety pins on our shoelaces, HAD to have that ‘Simon’ game. Of course we also had to have the big ol ‘Unbreakable’ comb w/the large handle in our back jeans pocket to feather our hair with, & those jeans had better have some kind of roller disco or rainbow embroidery on the pocket. We HAD to play the ‘Mickey Mouse Disco’ and ‘Free to Be, You And Me’ records! Oh, and speaking of roller disco…we must have gone roller skating every weekend for years. My sister had the Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Brite doll-inspired rollerskates and mine were silver and had the stripes that resembled ‘Tiger’ brand tennis shoes. You guys remember the old Tiger’s tennies? They were big w/us ten year olds before Adidas and Nike.
haha…we were big dorks.