Winter used to be my favourite season...at least until this year. The snow and cold here in Toronto have been relentless which explains why my annual skate at Harbourfront with ma blanche was an abbreviated one. According to my latest Consumer's Gas bill, it's been 17 % colder than last year.
Winter is also a time for slips and falls. A recent piece on the news showed that one should always try to use their hands to break a fall explaining that a snapped wrist is better than a broken hip. No argument there.
Which takes me to yesterday. Terry and I had just returned from one of our infrequent trips to Costco. I find mid-week junkets there rather unsatisfying at this time of the year as the free sample people must out skiing somewhere or watching curling at the Olympics.
Upon our return home, I made two cups of tea and carried them into our family room. As I entered the room, I noticed that one of the pictures on the wall had fallen right out of its frame.
How odd, I thought to myself.
Then it happened. I tripped over the hearth and began falling right toward the coffee table.
Everything suddenly seemed to go into super-slow motion.
But, holding one cup in each hand, I knew I was a goner.
Now both cups were flying through the air, one headed for the coffee table, the other for the TV set. The one hurtling for the coffee table escaped my immediate concern.
It was the one headed to the TV that held my gaze.
What if it breaks the screen? I wondered.
Oh well, the TV is old, my inner voice answered.
But smashing the screen would make such a mess, said my pragmatic brain.
Maybe it will miss the TV and drench the PVR, my optimism surfacing.
But then I'll have to call Rogers again. I don't want to do that, came another voice.
And what if I break my leg, the TV won't really matter then will it? my sense of self preservation kicking in.
My brain was in overdrive.
A moment later, there I was, sprawled on the floor, looking up at the damage.
Indeed, the TV cup lay in pieces beside the set having struck the edge of its stand; a lucky break to be sure as the screen was spared. The other cup had taken a chunk out of the coffee table. Remarkably, that cup was intact and so was I.
"Are you OK?" came Terry's call from the kitchen.
"I think so," I replied, sitting up in a pool of wet. "But you better bring some paper towels. I just about destroyed the TV set."
As she came rushing in, a look of concern on her face, she stopped short.
"Hey, did you notice that picture has fallen out of its frame?"
I smiled back at her.
"As a matter of fact, I did."
Winter is also a time for slips and falls. A recent piece on the news showed that one should always try to use their hands to break a fall explaining that a snapped wrist is better than a broken hip. No argument there.
Which takes me to yesterday. Terry and I had just returned from one of our infrequent trips to Costco. I find mid-week junkets there rather unsatisfying at this time of the year as the free sample people must out skiing somewhere or watching curling at the Olympics.
Upon our return home, I made two cups of tea and carried them into our family room. As I entered the room, I noticed that one of the pictures on the wall had fallen right out of its frame.
How odd, I thought to myself.
Then it happened. I tripped over the hearth and began falling right toward the coffee table.
Everything suddenly seemed to go into super-slow motion.
But, holding one cup in each hand, I knew I was a goner.
Now both cups were flying through the air, one headed for the coffee table, the other for the TV set. The one hurtling for the coffee table escaped my immediate concern.
It was the one headed to the TV that held my gaze.
What if it breaks the screen? I wondered.
Oh well, the TV is old, my inner voice answered.
But smashing the screen would make such a mess, said my pragmatic brain.
Maybe it will miss the TV and drench the PVR, my optimism surfacing.
But then I'll have to call Rogers again. I don't want to do that, came another voice.
And what if I break my leg, the TV won't really matter then will it? my sense of self preservation kicking in.
My brain was in overdrive.
A moment later, there I was, sprawled on the floor, looking up at the damage.
Indeed, the TV cup lay in pieces beside the set having struck the edge of its stand; a lucky break to be sure as the screen was spared. The other cup had taken a chunk out of the coffee table. Remarkably, that cup was intact and so was I.
"Are you OK?" came Terry's call from the kitchen.
"I think so," I replied, sitting up in a pool of wet. "But you better bring some paper towels. I just about destroyed the TV set."
As she came rushing in, a look of concern on her face, she stopped short.
"Hey, did you notice that picture has fallen out of its frame?"
I smiled back at her.
"As a matter of fact, I did."
Yesterday, I made two cups of tea, one for me and one for gramma. As I walked into the family room, I noticed that one of the pictures on the wall had fallen down.
The next thing I knew, I was the one falling. I tripped over the edge of the fireplace and started to fall down. I didn't want to spill the tea so I tried to keep my balance. But it was no use, I kept falling and falling. One cup of tea hit the coffee table and splashed everywhere. The other cup, the one in my left hand, went flying for the TV.
Oh no!! If it went through the TV, I would be so angry and sad all at the same time. Luckily, the cup smashed just below the TV and sent tea up in the air.
We spend the next 10 minutes moping up the mess. One chip in the coffee table, one broken cup, and a very wet rug.
Guess what gramma said after we cleaned up the mess?
Want a cup of tea?
The next time I am carrying tea, I will be more careful.
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