Yesterday, in an attempt to de-stress over all this bad news everywhere you turn, I decided to do my daily walking. (another New Year's resolution that will go by the wayside around March God willin') Anyway, I was enjoying some Chris Tomlin on my iPod of which I can't for the life of me figure out. My children have "downloaded" (a term somewhat foreign to me) some songs for me so I just play them over and over because I don't know how to "download" anything else.I had worked up a pretty good pace, when I noticed a car in the "roundabout" with me.
For those of you who don't know what a "roundabout" is, you must go to Oxford, Ms. or England. For so some reason, Oxford, Ms has replaced traffic lights with these crazy circles that most people over the age of 50 get in and can't get out of. My dad spent half an afternoon riding around in circles and to hear Mama tell it, he wasn't using the best language by lap 10. They say it makes traffic move more quickly, but I tell you when I'm approaching one, my blood pressure goes up and I begin sweating profusely. I'm never quite sure when it's my turn or who has the right-of-way, but usually I get lots of finger signs from friendly Mississippians trying to help me out.
Back to the story...since I'm walking instead of driving, I'm thinking things will be fine. Well, I'm on the last leg of my walk and needless to say, my stamina was not what it should be!! My neighborhood is very quite, rarely any traffic and thank the Lordy dog-free, so an approaching car startled me and I decided I needed to get on the sidewalk so as to avoid some type of "roundabout mishap". Thinking I had things under control, I lifted my right leg to clear the sidewalk when much to my dismay I realized I had not "lifted" high enough and I had instead made contact with the curb and was "going down! Flat down! in the roudabout! in front of a car! full of people laughing I'm sure!" Now grant you, I am getting older, but I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO FALL JUST WALKING. Embarrassed is not strong enough word to describe my emotional state at that moment. My precious TORTOISE SHELL TARGET SUNGLASSES ended up whompeejawed (southern for crooked) on my head and my pride lay there on the sidewalk like a snake in the sun. I picked myself and my tortoise-shell Target sunglasses up and headed myself right out of that "roundabout"!! Daddy said those things were dangerous and I'm tellin' you that was one time, I completely agreed with him.
Limpin' a little and worryin' I may have broken a hip, (OMG "broken a hip", I Did I really think that? Next thing you know, I'll be in water aerobics.) I left my pride on the sidewalk in the "roundabout" and scurried to the house to seek comfort from loved ones and mapquest a new route for my New Year's Resolution. Can't wait 'til March!!
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