The clumbsiness gene

… has yet again resurfaced in me. When I was 12 or so, I went through a period of time where I was continually falling or breaking fragile items. The highlights of that period had to be when I walked into the glass door of our entertainment center (shattering it into thousands of pieces) or when I broke 4 of the 5 lightbulb holders of our living room chandelier.

Needless to say, I was hoping those days were far behind me. Maybe they’re not so far after all.

In the last week I have fallen (twice), bumped into people, ran into stable objects, nearly broke a glass chess set (a couple of separate times), and have managed to drop the same item in my hands (usually my keys) repeatedly. One of those falls was down the back steps of our patio — inspiring half of my bum to be a rather lovely purple and black color. The other fall was on the street when carrying a load of groceries and bagels (the only casualty in that case was the cantelope).

I’ve never been one to exhibit an inordinate amount of physical grace, but this is getting ridiculous. Luckily with the warm temperatures of today, I’m hoping that it’ll be fall/bump free. Then again, I wouldn’t put it past me to wipe out in front of a rather large group of people. At least whenever I do fall, I bounce rather than thud. That counts for something, no? Falling with style.

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