[LJI9:06] Moves
I am not the most graceful person on the planet.
In 2009, I managed to break my shoulder slipping on some wet pavement. I was carrying my laptop in my oversized handbag at the time, and as I was falling I put my arm left arm out in front of me to keep from dropping it. The laptop was fine. I had to have surgery to repair a torn bicep and nearly a year of physical therapy to finally regain full use of my arm. I’m happy to say I have 95% range of motion, but the clicking sound can be a little annoying.
In 2011, I was sightseeing in DC when I stepped funny on some lose cement. My camera was around my neck. Having learned my lesson from the last time, I put both arms out to catch myself. I came out of that one with skinned knees and elbows. The kit lens of my Rebel wasn’t so lucky. I’d put the lens cap on, so the glass itself wasn’t scratched when the camera smacked the concrete. If I’d managed to not land on the camera after it hit the ground, it might have been fine. But land on it I did. The lens has a permanent dent; none of my interchangeable filters will screw on properly.
I’ve broken my nose while playing in the snow. I’ve broken, at various times, most of my fingers playing various sports. I’ve probably broken a couple of toes too; I never had those checked out. I’ve fallen out of trees, down stairs, and once out of my car but I may have been drinking.
No, not the most graceful person… but I’m learning.
A couple of weeks ago I was on a cruise with my mom. While she was taking a nap, I decided to go see what was going on in the pool area. It was cold, too cold to go swimming, but a band was trying to keep the mood lively by playing ‘80s music. I listened for a little while, then headed back across the seemingly dry deck. I could hear the crowd singing “YMCA” with the musicians. As I am walking, I make the “Y” “M” “C” “A” moves with my hands. As the second verse starts, I found the one and only wet patch on the entire deck. I braced myself for the impact. In front of fifteen or twenty complete strangers, I landed hard on one knee.
Unfazed, I threw both arms out and shouted “YES!” I stood up, turned to the concerned crowd, and took a couple of bows. Two or three of them broke out into applause. “I’ll be here all cruise,” I joked, and started on my way again.
A little further down, an older gentleman stopped me, with ten fingers splayed out in front of him. “Where’d you get those great moves!” he teased.
“Sir, when you fall as often as I do, you can’t help but learn a thing or two about getting back on your feet.”
It’s fun to stay at the…
In 2009, I managed to break my shoulder slipping on some wet pavement. I was carrying my laptop in my oversized handbag at the time, and as I was falling I put my arm left arm out in front of me to keep from dropping it. The laptop was fine. I had to have surgery to repair a torn bicep and nearly a year of physical therapy to finally regain full use of my arm. I’m happy to say I have 95% range of motion, but the clicking sound can be a little annoying.
In 2011, I was sightseeing in DC when I stepped funny on some lose cement. My camera was around my neck. Having learned my lesson from the last time, I put both arms out to catch myself. I came out of that one with skinned knees and elbows. The kit lens of my Rebel wasn’t so lucky. I’d put the lens cap on, so the glass itself wasn’t scratched when the camera smacked the concrete. If I’d managed to not land on the camera after it hit the ground, it might have been fine. But land on it I did. The lens has a permanent dent; none of my interchangeable filters will screw on properly.
I’ve broken my nose while playing in the snow. I’ve broken, at various times, most of my fingers playing various sports. I’ve probably broken a couple of toes too; I never had those checked out. I’ve fallen out of trees, down stairs, and once out of my car but I may have been drinking.
No, not the most graceful person… but I’m learning.
A couple of weeks ago I was on a cruise with my mom. While she was taking a nap, I decided to go see what was going on in the pool area. It was cold, too cold to go swimming, but a band was trying to keep the mood lively by playing ‘80s music. I listened for a little while, then headed back across the seemingly dry deck. I could hear the crowd singing “YMCA” with the musicians. As I am walking, I make the “Y” “M” “C” “A” moves with my hands. As the second verse starts, I found the one and only wet patch on the entire deck. I braced myself for the impact. In front of fifteen or twenty complete strangers, I landed hard on one knee.
Unfazed, I threw both arms out and shouted “YES!” I stood up, turned to the concerned crowd, and took a couple of bows. Two or three of them broke out into applause. “I’ll be here all cruise,” I joked, and started on my way again.
A little further down, an older gentleman stopped me, with ten fingers splayed out in front of him. “Where’d you get those great moves!” he teased.
“Sir, when you fall as often as I do, you can’t help but learn a thing or two about getting back on your feet.”
It’s fun to stay at the…