In Front of the Laundromat

While most people are waiting for Spring? I have been waiting to fall.

It's not that I wanted to wipe out because who would wish that for themselves? But I usually manage to wipe out at least once a winter. People assume it's Grantley related but it never is. She's retractable. Plenty of slack.

I've done about 26 of those Fa-joink Fred Astaire Elbow Souflee manuvers where somehow my toe reaches out and saves me from going down. You know like when acrobats fly off an apparatus and that flourish they do with their entire body? I end up like that only without the sequins or the phoney smile.

Today not so good.

(Oops we've activated the Maternal Worrying System. I'm fine Mah. Not to worry.)

I was commuting, just dashing past the yucky 24 hour laundromat and my foot hit the tiniest patch of black ice. Kablooie. Down I went.

Bam. Hit the sidewalk. Knee then hands followed by the rest of me.

The sidewalk is much colder and harder than you give it credit for when you get that close to it.

The happy thing is that there was a car filled with laundry doers and they stopped and gestured to see if I was okay. I gave them the international Good Lawd Have Mercy How Embarrassing signal that it appeared I was going to live another day and then very slowly I got up.

When I got to work, one of the women who said she really missed her children was packing me an ice bag before I could roll up my pants and survey the damage and the rest of the day I was trying to remember if my Dad called these kinda scrapes Strawberries or Raspberries.

The Shish was excited because ya know, any occasion to slather someone with Neosporin is a happy day for her. (In another life she was either a surgeon or medicine (wo)man.)

2009 was the year to fall forward in spring.