Sunday, January 15, 2012
I am Danger Girl; where's my damn cape?
Am I accident prone? I remember my dad having lots of these "mishaps" as I was growing up. I'm a lot like him. I think it comes from not paying attention to our own good sense and trying to do too much at one time. Last night, I showed some of my photography at Arnold's downtown. I drove home, stopped to get a bottle of wine (no, it wasn't the wine bottle this time), got out of my car and attempted to carry the wine, all 9 of my glass framed photos and my 25-lb camera bag into the house. Common sense was dictating in my brain "take TWO trips" but did I listen? Nah. My front stoop is small, probably around 4 feet wide by 3 feet deep - with 3 steps. I have a heavy old wooden screen door which sticks. Pull on the door, lose my grip, step backwards - to nothing there - with a 25 lb bag on my back. Physics apply here. I go down backwards with a whole lot of glass following me. To the camera bag's credit - I didn't lose one lens or damage my camera (it's an Emera bag) and it broke my fall a bit. But one of the glass frames broke and ended up lodging in my outer wrist. It's been almost a year since my last encounter with "laceration" and when I looked into the cut, made an instant decision to listen to the inner voice screaming "Emergency Room". See? I can be taught. I'm just stubborn about it.
So the packing will go slower today. With a wee bit more deliberation in my thought process. Glass is sharp, flesh wounds bleed, bones can break. I need to be more careful with me.