October 09th, 2012

I went out to check the garden one morning in my slippers, and I had to climb between two wires of our makeshift fence to get inside. Now, as a martial artist, I can almost do the splits. But even a martial artist will screech in mortal terror if their feet slip and they try to unintentionally do the splits over a wire eight inches off the ground. I don't think I've made such a scuffling/shrieking noise for a very long time. I was grateful, mind you, when I caught myself.

Just as my heart was beginning to return to it's normal rhythm, I decided I was going to step over a row of lettuce. The lettuce must have thought I was going to squish it flat, because my foot slipped. Again. Oh, it was a relief to leave the garden that day. The dirt sure had it in for me.