I have to confess that I come from a somewhat accident-prone and klutzy family.
Even then, that mostly revolves around my mom and sister.
They’ve had their fair share of tumbles, spills and otherwise random bruises and scrapes come from seemingly self-inflicted accidents.
Rarely do they happen to occur without some personal accountability. That varies from not watching where one is walking or trying to juggle too many tasks at one time and having spatial awareness skills suffer as a result.
And we know when they’re overdue for some sort of event when they’ve gone without one for a few months.
It could be something huge like slipping in the bathtub or small like hitting your elbow on a hard surface.
Mike’s incidents are largely food-related and don’t cause any personal injury. Though he has had a few memorable moments.
But, Monday morning proved to be my turn to carry that clumsy torch instead. I managed to trip over one of mom’s garden/patio decorations not once but twice and fell right into a huge puddle.
Now, outside of the initial embarrassment of me not watching my own feet and then falling, I was glad that I was wearing jeans.
Concrete offers no relief when you land on your knee, hip, or other joints and even less so when there’s a little skidding into a puddle of water.
Now, I knew this from previous experience in car wrecks and other mishaps due to the slick pavement.
I just wasn’t expecting the exact same kind of reaction when it’s only my body versus wet concrete.
Needless to say, I’ve got some nice swelling and bruising happening and my work bag is air-drying. Plus, I had to change my clothes quickly or else I’d miss a meeting for work.
I suppose I can only be grateful that the slipping and tripping were here at home and I was wearing enough clothes to be protected from serious injury.
Not to mention at least my work notebook is dry and my recorder and phone didn’t get smashed or cracked. So, I’m grateful for the little things from this uncomfortable incident.
But, overall, I’ve already moved said garden decoration far away from the path it was on and plan on paying more attention to my feet when it rains rather than avoiding the rain itself.
On another positive note, since I had the accident, then that means I’ve passed the buck onto mom or my sister.
Which, naturally, makes me curious about who will have a “graceful” moment next time.
I’m holding out on it being someone besides me and taking time to slow down and keep my awareness up.
Maybe it’ll skip everyone else and end up being my brother’s turn. He could do well having a clumsy moment or three.
After all, he’s not nearly as plagued by klutziness as the rest of the family. I’m assuming because he’s six feet tall and can see better at a distance than all of us.
I doubt we’ll ever figure it out, so, as a loving sibling, I’m hoping at the least he stubs his toe on some piece of furniture soon.
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