Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE.
One might think I’d not had a mishap since the Ides of March, and I might choose to let them go on in blissful ignorance of the fact that I still manage, on a recurring basis, to damage myself in various tumbles and collisions galore. For instance, in the space of less than a month, I twisted the same ankle four (five?) times (impressively, I managed to continue damaging it even though I was wearing a brace on it during all but the original incident). First, I fell down the stairs with two heavy bags (prompting me to say many quite spicy cuss/swear-type words at the First Unitarian Church – though I acknowledge that if you’re going to let a blue streak fly in any house of worship that’s undoubtedly the best place to do it). In my defense, I was trying to discern whether a refuse can at the bottom was for garbage or recycling – let’s just say that in my concentration on the damn rubbish container I seriously misjudged WHERE the bottom of the stairs were. A week or so later I fell up some concrete porch stairs (thank you for keeping the snickering tacit, Grettir, and managing to express concern while gracefully smothering what I must admit would have been well-deserved laughter). Then, one of my favorite tall clogs inexplicably broke causing me to crash into a wood pile outside a grocery store. I claim amnesia or the Fifth or something concerning the rest of the wrenchings.
I guess the point is that I don’t want my penchant for inadvertent personal abuse to become tedious or mundane. So I’ll just share the calamities that have some interesting aspect to them. For instance, today I was walking out of a room with one of my kitten children (Ms. Fiona Maura MacArthur) and I fell down (okay – for no apparent reason) and flung the medium-wee cat in the air. She, naturally, landed soundly on all four feet (paws). I landed on my well-padded… ah hell – I should just call it my “landing pad.” The kitten child and I were both unhurt, but she did look at me very quizzically, as if to say, “You’re supposed to land on your PAWS!”
“There were cheeses from the North,
There were cheeses from the South,
There were dozens of ones which
Melted in your Mouth.”