Thursday, July 25, 2013
Close to Nowhere
Monday morning on my way to work, Hoppy, the escape-crazy mustang, was out again. He was standing just barely on the wrong side of the fence, grazing peacefully alongside Dude and Andre, who had the good sense to remain on the right side of the fence.
I walked across the driveway to daughter Dana’s house and up the very gentle incline and walkway to her door. Granddaughter Remy needed to know her horse was out “again!”
Now, I walk up that incline to their house quite often. Dana has lived across the driveway from us since she graduated from college and went to work — over 20 years.
Monday morning, my toe hit a rock or tree root or something and I stumbled. I thought I’d caught myself, but by the time I was lying flat on the ground, I realized I was going to fall — again.
I picked myself up, dusted myself off and came on to work, laughing at my tumble.
Naturally, being old now, I started wandering down Memory Lane to back when I was in junior high.
As a ninth grader at Humes Junior High School in Memphis, Tenn. (yes, where Elvis went to school when it was a high school, no, I didn’t know him) I thought I was as old and as smart as I ever needed to be. I knew everything and was so sophisticated. (If you know me now you know how funny that is!)
On the day we had our class pictures made, we also had dress-up day. I had on my Easter dress, a pale yellow empire-waisted, straight dress with a white bow in front. I had a white headband with a bow and white pumps. I was cool, gorgeous and grown-up!
On the landing of a flight of stairs, I caught the heel of my pumps on a tread. I slid all the way down the stairs on my stomach -- flat out. At the bottom, I jumped up like a jack-in-the-box and immediately became all cool again. You cannot be cool sliding down stairs on your stomach!
My dress was dirty, my headband knocked all crooked and my hose were shredded. Everyone was asking “are you all right?” I brushed all the questions aside and rushed to the bathroom, where I went into shock and panic! As much pain as I was in, the embarrassment was a lot worse!
Years later, I attempted to ride a skateboard that my next-door neighbor’s son was cruising around the street on.
I ended up in the emergency room with that spectacular fall.
Thankfully, Tuesday morning I’m just achy and my poor arthritic hips are complaining loudy but not broken.
I’m just glad it hadn’t rained yet when I fell.
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