TAKING ANOTHER TRIP ANY TIME SOON?

Blog number 237 ******** 29 October 2008

Today I was out back trimming a native weed that sprouted alongside the sidewalk I put in the first year we lived here. I let the thing grow because it looks kinda nice and I like native things anyhow. I used to get into a hassle with our landscaper back in Sacramento because I told him not to cut down a pretty weed that was growing by the house. He almost got it twice, but he saw me looking at him just before he did his dastardly deed, so he ceased and desisted.

Dandelions to me are flowers, not weeds. They look pretty in lawns. Sure, not when they are spreading their seeds, but before that.

I digressed, didn't I?

This native scrub I was trimming back, I was barefooted and I had branches lying all about. I tripped on one branch, stepped hard with my bare feet on sharp rocks, tripped again. It seemed a long time before I finally made it to the ground after tripping and stumbling between rocks and branches until I finally realized I was going to ground. I relaxed and hit the cement wall with my shoulder and settled on my ass.

Sitting there after such excitment, I had to laugh. The way I went down was ridiculous. I had shorts on, so I looked at varicose veins I had never seen before for a while. I think they came up because of the effort I had just gone through because later, sitting in front of the telly, they weren't there.

I realized almost immediately that I couldn't get up. "I fell down and I can't get up," ran through my mind, causing another bout of laughter.

I Yelled, "Momma," not because I expected her to come and help me, because I knew she wouldn't be able to hear me. I yelled it because it fit the joke.

It was pretty relaxing sitting there leaning against the wall, relaxing in the sun, grateful I didn't get hurt. I sat there for a while, but I knew I would have to get on my feet before night fell and daylight rolled around. So I very carefully got on my hands and knees - on sharp rocks, remember. In this way I crawled all the way onto the sidewalk where I rested again and planned the next move. I pushed as hard as I could with one hand and sort of willed myself erect. Viola! In the land of the living once again.

I went inside and the first thing I said to Teresa was, "I fell down and I couldn't get up."

After cursing at me for a while, she tells me she wants me to tell her whenever I go outside to do anything. I told her I never know what I am going to do until I see something that I want to do. She wouldn't buy that, so I guess I will have to sign out from now on.

But that was a hell of a lot of fun!