The open house went well — we had alot of fun! But this hostess forgot all about her camera until the party was almost over, and by then, I was so tired, I didn’t feel like crashing about and getting pictures. Of course, the next morning, I was very, very sorry, but it was way too late by then.
Today has been a full day, and there are many reasons to give thanks! I narrowly averted disaster this afternoon. I was energetically getting trash together since the trash man goes tomorrow. Out in the garage there is a roll of barrel liners, and when I noticed that the trash barrel needed a liner, I decided to take care of it immediately. I also took some eggs to the garage refrigerator so that I wouldn’t waste the trip. While I had the fridge door open, I noticed that there was one lonely diet pepsi in there, so I thought I would take it in for later. I was going around the end of the car to go out to the trash barrel, and thought that it might be good to stash my diet pepsi on the bumper of the car while going around the corner of the garage, so I perched it up there. Then, far off in the house, I heard the phone ring.
Now, I am a bit more apt to try to get to the phone these days. I am longing for word from Eldest Son. It seems eons since we’ve had any word, written or otherwise. I am never sure what time it is in Nepal, and when Middle Daughter was in Bangladesh for three months, the solitary call she made home was made at a strange time, indeed. So, when I am home, I am thinking that any time could be a good time for a phone call from Eldest Son.
Anyhow, I was standing at the end of the car, holding this great long barrel liner when I heard the phone ring, and I thought that I should probably go in there and get it. Now I want to make one thing very clear. I was not really hurrying. I had plenty of time, I thought. I picked up my diet pepsi, and made my way up the ramp, rounded the corner into the entryway, and came into the laundry room. As I made the slightest corner there in the laundry room, the long, trailing plastic liner somehow got under my left foot, and I went down with a mighty crash.
There were no obstacles in the laundry room. I was quite relieved about that. I didn’t hit anything but the floor. Somewhere in the far reaches of my conscious mind, I heard my pepsi can bouncing on and on, and both of my hands slapped the linoleum hard. I was aware that my knees felt like they had received a brush burn, but nothing else hurt. At all. I was amazed. I mean, when a gal goes down like a cow on wet cement, there is usually some kind of damage! But there was nothing!
So I got myself up, ruefully noting that my phone had ceased to ring. I was so aggravated that I didn’t even look for my can of pepsi. Nettie-girl found it some time later and brought it to me. I think it was somewhere behind the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. And I was thankful to see that it hadn’t ruptured anything either, in the melee.
I suppose that tomorrow there will be a hundred muscles crying “Foul!” but I feel surprisingly unscathed. And if that isn’t reason to give thanks, then I don’t know what is.