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. . . And We All Fall Down! May 10, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Gratitude, Happiness, Humor.
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Our letter carriers are collecting nonperishable food items tomorrow morning to deliver to local food banks and pantries.

Last night, I started collecting  a few items to include in our donation bag ~ Quaker Rolled Oats, Lipton Tea Bags, Black-Eyed Peas, etc.

Some of the items were out of reach.  Since BFF was still eating dinner, I stepped up on my handy dandy step stool . . . armed with a spatula to extend my reach still further.

No luck.  The Tea Bags were still out of reach.

I swapped out the step stool (10″ high) for a ladder back chair (17″ high) so I could reach the box of tea bags stashed in the tippy top of the pantry.

SUCCESS!

Until I stepped off the chair . . . into thin air!

I had forgotten where I was and “muscle memory” kicked in.  It knows that I always use a 10″ high step stool to reach out-of-reach pantry items.  As soon as my left foot had descended 9″, muscle memory caused my body weight to shift from right leg (still on the chair) to left leg (dangling in air).

Muscle memory made sure that I was ready for a soft landing as soon as my left foot dropped the last inch and reached the floor.

Only the floor didn’t cooperate.  It was still 7″ away and didn’t rise to the occasion.

Down I toppled.

But muscle memory came to the rescue . . . saving me a trip to the ER.

When I was 13, I took a Judo self-defense course that taught us, inter alia, How To Fall.

Instead of tensing up, I relaxed and absorbed the weight of the fall on the balls of my feet, the palms of my hands, and on my well padded butt.  Instead of slamming my head into the cabinet, the counter top, or the floor, I curled into a “ball” by curving my spine and rolling as I made contact with the floor.

All said, I feel a bit bumped and bruised this morning, but that beats being broken and battered hands down!

Just ask Humpty!

Aah . . . that’s better!