So I went to band rehearsal tonight. Everything went fairly well; no major issues. I walked out of there and literally fell on myself (my guitar went PLONK! And I lost a shoe). I actually could not see down the steps even though there was some light and walked into a bush. Real SLICK. I actually walked INSIDE a bush. Haven't done that madness since I was a kid. Reminds me of my mother. She is the type of woman where if there is a pothole, she will find it. You are going to your destination a pied and there you have it, you end up walking by yourself hearing a screech in the background. "Wha?" you think. All that needs to happen is a total turn of the head and you see the woman DOWN, on the ground and saying, "I can't help it, I fell." That's right. It is normal for this person. I mean, winter did not go without a husband taking this woman down the porch steps so she could keep herself from slipping on the DEW.
And think, I said the major thing that to this day I have to accept. I was walking to my car with my bandmate beside me and I said, "I am a lot like my mother. I am clumsy like that. If there is a pothole, she finds it."
He said, "Yeah, I guess so. I will get a better light installed."
He is a great guy, but I don't think it's the light's problem.
Yep, you guessed it. It's all in the genes. Me.
And, to make matters worse, I hit my knee cap with my guitar body somehow today and now it hurts. I was thankful that my guitar was unharmed, but gee, my knee cap hurts. Dear Sir says that I am going to be one of those old ladies that falls down and breaks her hip. Oh yeah. I just remembered. I have already written this to you before. Remember when I fell down the stairs and my arm turned a multitude of colors? Yeah, you remember. This post does not shock you one bit, does it?
It's late. I am tired and my breath stinks. I can smell it from here. I better go up and brush my teeth very quietly. Don't want to wake the old man.