Falling Down

On the first evening of class last semester and the first evening at my new school as I was on my way to class, I fell down. I don't mean I just fell, I really WIPED OUT and slid about four feet on the pavement! Books scattered everywhere, my shoes came off, my glasses went flying. The first thing I did was look to see if anyone was watching. I was in the wrong parking lot (faculty only) but I didn't know it then and it was DARK. I didn't see anybody and was relieved! Then...a car door opened and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. A gentleman asked me if I needed help and I hastily said no. I gathered up my things and asked him if he knew where I needed to go. He replied that no, he was just waiting for his wife. He didn't get out of the car, I think he knew he startled me. I limped off to find my class.

In class, Psychology, no less, I pulled up my jeans legs and looked at my knees...they were bloody and scraped and ragged. My hands were scraped up too. I was trying not to cry because it hurt like hell! Then I saw the humor in it and began laughing. The whole class laughed with me. I had just started a reputation for being a clutz. You have to understand, I was SO clutzy growing up but I had not fallen since I fell in the ice in New York more than four years ago. I thought I had a graceful streak going! We laughed about my knees all semester. I still have a scar on the left knee and it took nearly two months for them to heal up completely.

Monday was a new semester, summer, and I was happy to be going back to school after the break. When I got home I was pulling my book bag up the steps and the storm door shut on the bag and jerked me down. I banged my arm up on the edge of the door! I peeled skin and got a bruise. Freddy was home for lunch and Lexi (our Yorkie) let him know I was here. He came to open the door for me and asked what was I doing on the floor? He didn't hear all the banging the door made as it closed on me! He, gentleman that he is, helped me up. My butt is still sore.

On Tuesday, my friend, Sandy, and I went bike riding. We rode the Heritage Riverways Trail here in Rome. I took her by the fountain at the Rome History Museum to show her how the Etowah and Oostanala Rivers come together to make the Coosa River. As I rolled up on the sidewalk, my front wheel hit a big crevice in the sidewalk and turned me over. I didn't fall to the ground because this magnolia tree reached right out and grabbed me. Scraped up my left shoulder and I guess I messed my right leg up on my bike! The magnolia right behind me in this picture is the one that grabbed me!

What's the deal with all this falling lately? Am I doomed to fall the first day of class every semester? I just want to prepare myself...Dear Reader, if you have any ideas of how I can break the new falling down streak just let me know!