Thursday - Nina Takes A Tumble
Jan. 12th, 2006 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on my drive into work, I was thinking about my left knee and my right foot, which both hurt from the face-town tumble I took off of my front porch this morning. The knee is skinned, the foot is twisted. Both of these injuries are annoying, but survivable.
I was walking out the front door with my purse and a diaper bag over my shoulder and my 15-month-old son in my arms. I think I was looking at my son and taking a mental inventory that I was leaving the house with everything I was supposed to leave the house with, when I tripped into the garden area next to the sidewalk.
I say "garden area" because we have yet to do any real landscaping on our handyman special of a house. It is an area where we really should put a garden. Right now it is mostly dirt covered in dead leaves. I was kind of glad for that this morning. If anything delicate were planted there, I would have crushed it; if shrubs had been growing there, I would have gotten scratched up in addition to my other injuries. The dirt and the leaves were kind of cushy.
When you are a kid and you fall on your face, you get right up and keep going. Once you reached your mid 30's, you kind of lay on your face for a little bit and think things over. My son, though unhurt, was crying because the fall scared him. I kissed the top of his head and he quited down and nuzzled my shoulder. Seeing that he was fine, I looked back at the shoe that had come off of my twisted foot, laying on it's side next to the porch. I was grateful that large boxwood shrubs block the view of my front porch from the street. No one could see me. I could lay there face down in the leaves and think about my knee and my foot for as long as I wanted to, which turned out to be about three or four minutes.
Because casual Friday starts on Thursday in my office, at least I was wearing jeans. Jean are, hands down, the best trousers to wear when falling on your face. I appear to have a grass stain on my left knee. This is surprising because I didn't think there were any plants growing in that spot. I probably killed a dandelion or some other weed with my knee to get that stain, meaning the fall was at least productive.
I finally did get up, put my shoe back on and pick up my bags so I could limp to my truck. I pulled my son to his feet and walked him to the truck holding my hand. He seemed to take it all in stride as a nice little adventure before daycare. He is still new enough at walking to feel impressed at his own ability to walk and is happy and proud to show off his prowess at it. Of the two of us, he was definitely the more sturdy on his feet this morning.
If anyone ever wonders what ever happened to that awkward and klutzy kid you knew from school, I can tell you: she probably grew up to be an awkward and klutzy adult. Some ugly ducking may turn into swans, but plenty more of us grow up to be plain, ordinary, ugly ducks.
But we are a proud breed, us ugly ducks. We don't want you to see us laying face down next to our front porches thinking about skinned knees and sprained ankles; we have boxwoods to protect us from prying eyes, and from our vantage point close to the earth we can see that those boxwoods sorely need pruning.
I was walking out the front door with my purse and a diaper bag over my shoulder and my 15-month-old son in my arms. I think I was looking at my son and taking a mental inventory that I was leaving the house with everything I was supposed to leave the house with, when I tripped into the garden area next to the sidewalk.
I say "garden area" because we have yet to do any real landscaping on our handyman special of a house. It is an area where we really should put a garden. Right now it is mostly dirt covered in dead leaves. I was kind of glad for that this morning. If anything delicate were planted there, I would have crushed it; if shrubs had been growing there, I would have gotten scratched up in addition to my other injuries. The dirt and the leaves were kind of cushy.
When you are a kid and you fall on your face, you get right up and keep going. Once you reached your mid 30's, you kind of lay on your face for a little bit and think things over. My son, though unhurt, was crying because the fall scared him. I kissed the top of his head and he quited down and nuzzled my shoulder. Seeing that he was fine, I looked back at the shoe that had come off of my twisted foot, laying on it's side next to the porch. I was grateful that large boxwood shrubs block the view of my front porch from the street. No one could see me. I could lay there face down in the leaves and think about my knee and my foot for as long as I wanted to, which turned out to be about three or four minutes.
Because casual Friday starts on Thursday in my office, at least I was wearing jeans. Jean are, hands down, the best trousers to wear when falling on your face. I appear to have a grass stain on my left knee. This is surprising because I didn't think there were any plants growing in that spot. I probably killed a dandelion or some other weed with my knee to get that stain, meaning the fall was at least productive.
I finally did get up, put my shoe back on and pick up my bags so I could limp to my truck. I pulled my son to his feet and walked him to the truck holding my hand. He seemed to take it all in stride as a nice little adventure before daycare. He is still new enough at walking to feel impressed at his own ability to walk and is happy and proud to show off his prowess at it. Of the two of us, he was definitely the more sturdy on his feet this morning.
If anyone ever wonders what ever happened to that awkward and klutzy kid you knew from school, I can tell you: she probably grew up to be an awkward and klutzy adult. Some ugly ducking may turn into swans, but plenty more of us grow up to be plain, ordinary, ugly ducks.
But we are a proud breed, us ugly ducks. We don't want you to see us laying face down next to our front porches thinking about skinned knees and sprained ankles; we have boxwoods to protect us from prying eyes, and from our vantage point close to the earth we can see that those boxwoods sorely need pruning.
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Date: 2006-01-12 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-12 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-12 08:55 pm (UTC)There is a weird knot growing on the top of the foot I twisted, and I can't bear to put any weight on it. I'm walking like an extra-ugly duck today. Ugh. :P
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Date: 2006-01-12 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 06:36 pm (UTC)Mom is still a tad sore, however.
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Date: 2006-01-12 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-12 10:03 pm (UTC)I meant no offense to ducks. I'm sure you're an adorable duck. I have my own endearing cuteness as well, but I'm definitely a duck and not a swan. Swans just get more respect, you know?
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Date: 2006-01-12 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 02:05 am (UTC)Totally true... except I didn't start getting scars from my klutziness until recently.
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Date: 2006-01-13 05:09 pm (UTC);P