Bound to Happen

It was bound to happen. When you have balance issues and are cleaning and sorting, with boxes strewn everywhere and barely room to walk between them... That's the perfect set up for a fall.

Not only was I cataloging, labeling, and packing up the sales models, 

I figured I was "in for a penny, might as well go for a pound" and clean out the horse room closet while I was at it.

I began with the boxes that I could reach and  frankly, I was amazed at how many I had squirreled away into that closet. (Apparently, I should run for the "Mrs. Jenga" contest.) The closet is bigger than it looks - it extends behind that shelf of horses and all the way to the door of the room.

I finished with everything on the floor of the closet, then shoved aside the clothing rack of 18th century clothes and hauled the step ladder over to the closet. There are tubs double stacked on the upper rack (the closet is taller than it looks, too), and I was determined to drag each tub out and sort through them for more models to sell or donate.

The more I carried down and out, the more the floor was covered. I knew I was flirting with tripping, but hey, I'm a grown up and I promised myself I would be careful.

I fell. Of course, I did.

I stepped backward off the ladder onto something I'd placed too close, stumbled, and fell. Right into the ladder and painfully sliding across the ladder's steps and other things as I went. The ladder actually broke my fall or else I would have face planted into the closet door.

I ended up with a big knot on my shin, scrapes, and bruising that is fairly extensive. But I am okay; nothing is broken, sprained, or in need of stitching. Truly, I am fine.

As I wrote earlier this month in the blog post titled, "Mama Said" (and Mama was right!) ,

Falling is one of the biggest fears most people Craig's and my age have. And in a sense, it is rather inevitable, whether it's because you slip, take a wrong step, or trip over your pet. It's probably going to happen sooner or later.

Mama was right. Again.