Things just happen to me. I don’t know why. They either happen to me or around me. I don’t know if I am more observant than others. A friend tells me that it’s just that I am out there and doing things more than the average person does, so there’s more of an opportunity for absurd things to hit me. It could also be that I just tend to find humor in many things. I have been accused of making these things up and embellishing stories, but they happen in front of witnesses. “I always thought you were kidding about this stuff happening to you.” Really, I am not. I have friends that won’t go places with me if they want a normal excursion. I don’t cause it, I just go with it. Never bad things, just unusual.
Today, at the nail place, the woman at the table in front of meme was telling the woman next to her about her phone case, “and this color here is gangrene, and of you put your finger here, it keeps you from falling.” Huh?
I have managed to fall off a treadmill. That one was Karma. I was at the gym, doing my regular walk/jog on the treadmill. I could see out the window, and there was a baseball field across the street. Every morning at 6:30, the sprinklers went on. Every morning at 6:30 some unsuspecting jogger would be in the middle of the lawn and would get hit with the sprinklers. Every single morning. So, it became 6:29 and I started looking around to see who might be hit. Lady with the dog… no. Too far away. Guy with too short shorts… maybe. Suddenly, I missed my footing and stepped on the edge of the treadmill with my right foot. My left foot was still on the belt, moving. So, I went face down onto the belt and off the treadmill. The lady next me to me was almost more stunned than I was. I got up and realized that I wasn’t seriously hurt, and continued my walk/jog. Got back up on the horse, so to speak. I was slightly bruised, but nothing worth noting. Except on my mammogram that year it was noted “Patient has bruising on her breasts and abdomen which she claims are from falling off a treadmill.” I didn’t just claim it. It really happened! A few months later, I was at the gym with my daughter and I drop my mp3 player while I was at a full run on the treadmill. I tried to catch it, but my daughter had more sense than I did. “Mom! At least it was only the mp3 player this time. Don’t fall off again!” She was right.
Yesterday in art class, I was walking to get clean water for my brushes, and I had my audiobook going. I passed a classmate and got stuck on something, so I stopped. My headphones managed to get caught on her glasses somehow. How, I haven’t a clue. She laughed at me and we detangled ourselves. I have also managed to paint my daughter in class. Her whole hand. Yellow. Talent. So, when I was walking around class last night with a paintbrush that needed washing, everyone steered clear of me.
I have also mentioned my public transportation and library adventures. I am sure I’ll come up with more. Life is an adventure. Make the most of it. Go with it. Laugh. Enjoy the trip. We all know the ending, but it’s the journey that matters.