Friday, September 5, 2008
Yesterday, I was hurrying to turn the water off so I could head down to the classroom to make some ceramic pieces, and I tripped on something. I couldn't catch myself and fell forward. Since I was walking fast - I headed for the ground full speed ahead but still moving forward. I tried to stop myself but kept heading forward and down at a rapid rate of speed. My head hit a post, my knee hit a rock, and my hands saved me from running head on into another post. I landed in a dry creek bed we put in which is lined with lots of cobble (rocks). Yikes, it hurt like "h...". I lay there a bit dazed, wondering if I broke anything. Since I am the only one here during day, I was thinking, what would have happened if I had been knocked out. My husband would have come home to find me lying in the grass. I'm not a klutz, I'm actually fairly coordinated, but when you are trying to do too many things in one day, something is bound to happen. I am just thankful I didn't break any bones.
OK, so this morning I got up and filled up the automatic, cat water dispenser and it slipped out of my hand and spilled water all over the floor. Well that wasn't so bad, I just cleaned it up. Later I went to make my morning coffee and I couldn't get the coffee bean bag open. I tried and tried and it just wouldn't open. I was really getting angry at that coffee bean bag. Knowing my luck the last couple of days, I had visions of it opening abruptly and the beans spilling all over the floor. So I decided to stop for a minute and look at the bag. It said , "Pull apart or cut at seam". I like to pull it apart so I can seal up the bag afterwards to keep the beans fresh. Then in small print, (I couldn't get the camera to focus on those letters) I read, "New Easy Open Bag" - yeah right. Anyway as you can see I finally got the bag open and had my coffee.
I did manage to make a few things at the school studio yesterday. After I made them I remembered it was Thursday and the studio isn't open on Friday. So I had to bring the pieces home to finish and trim them. I had to carry them one by one to my car, then one by one into my home. Next week I'll have to do the reverse. What a pain in the neck. Here they are sitting on the floor of my home drying. I left a couple of special bowls, someone asked me to make, drying on the rack at school. More about those next week - and also a kiln opening from stuff left over from last semester - I can't even remember all I had in there.
OK, maybe I'm not jinxed. I didn't break any bones, got the water cleaned up, got the coffee bag open finally, and got a few clay pieces made and home safely. Whenever I start to feel sorry for myself, I remind myself there are others in the world who have real problems. So I am back to my daily chores for today, cheerfully, but very slowly though, since I'm a really sore from my fall yesterday.