trisho
01-20-2009, 03:25 PM
. . . when you did something embarrassing, and then find yourself telling them all anyway?
Like yesterday. I was out squirrel hunting, probably the last time this season, in deeper snow than I usually do. I'm carefully lifting one foot at a time, nice and high to keep from tripping, and feeling cautiously before I put my weight on the other foot, step by step, for a couple of hours straight, and I'm so proud of myself for getting around so well, especially with my Clumsy Child Syndrome. (I think they just call it "dyspraxia" now that they've figured out we don't all outgrow it!) I'm done hunting and haven't seen a squirrel all afternoon, and I realize my car is parked uphill through bunch of logs and briars, and I tell myself it would be so much more logical, even safer, to walk the short distance to the plowed dirt road, so I can walk 50 yards on clear roadway instead of through all that snow and debris. I'm just about to take the last step that will put my left foot onto the plowed surface, and I'm already thinking that I'm home free, so I forget to lift my right foot straight up out of the snow, and . . .
. . . a hidden briar snags my ankle, sending me face first into a snowbank!
I scramble to my feet, more relieved that nobody's there to see it than that I'm not hurt, and what do I do today? I tell everybody at work what happened! Then I come here and tell the whole World Wide Web! How is that less humiliating than being seen by some passing motorist?????? :p
Like yesterday. I was out squirrel hunting, probably the last time this season, in deeper snow than I usually do. I'm carefully lifting one foot at a time, nice and high to keep from tripping, and feeling cautiously before I put my weight on the other foot, step by step, for a couple of hours straight, and I'm so proud of myself for getting around so well, especially with my Clumsy Child Syndrome. (I think they just call it "dyspraxia" now that they've figured out we don't all outgrow it!) I'm done hunting and haven't seen a squirrel all afternoon, and I realize my car is parked uphill through bunch of logs and briars, and I tell myself it would be so much more logical, even safer, to walk the short distance to the plowed dirt road, so I can walk 50 yards on clear roadway instead of through all that snow and debris. I'm just about to take the last step that will put my left foot onto the plowed surface, and I'm already thinking that I'm home free, so I forget to lift my right foot straight up out of the snow, and . . .
. . . a hidden briar snags my ankle, sending me face first into a snowbank!
I scramble to my feet, more relieved that nobody's there to see it than that I'm not hurt, and what do I do today? I tell everybody at work what happened! Then I come here and tell the whole World Wide Web! How is that less humiliating than being seen by some passing motorist?????? :p