I’m the first to admit, I’m a bit of a klutz.
Whenever I visit the mall, I’m hesitant in going into a china shop, because with my luck I will knock something down. I am literally one of these people who can only be trusted around plastic or wood.
Take last night for instance. When it was time for bed, I switched off the light in the living room and accidentally knocked down an ornament of four birds sitting on a stone.
Part of the “stone” was missing and I spent the next ten minutes picking up pieces that had scattered all over the lounge and dining room.
And then I noticed it ... the stone was not the only thing that was damaged, a bluebird was missing its head. Oh dear. I looked everywhere, on the floor, on the carpets, in the chairs ... the bluebird’s head was nowhere to be found. The next morning I looked again in the light of day, but still, no head.
Later that day I ran into a bit of trouble, literally. Was it the missing head or something else, I don’t know, but I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. While going around the dining room table, I took my corner to sharp and knocked my hip into the side of the table. OMG but that hurt. Fortunately it’s an oval table and not a rectangular one or it would have hurt even more.
From there on, it went from bad to worse. While making a bed, I managed to knock my shin on one of the corners. Bloody hell, that was nothing to sneeze at either. For the next minute or so I did the hold-one-leg-and-hop-around-on-the-other dance.
Was that the end of it? No. At lunchtime I went to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. The kitchen is the last place for a clumsy person to hang out, but what can you do. Food isn’t going to make itself. I put a plate of leftover food in the oven and waited until the timer went off alerting me that five minutes of heating was done.
I kept my wits about. Before removing the dish from the oven, I used two folded towels to remove the hot plate. With the plate safely on the countertop, I switched off the oven and closed the door. And then ... then my wits left me. Not thinking, I picked up the hot plate with my bare fingers. Jeez Louise!!!
Yesterday being Thursday, it was our bowling league night. Can you imagine ... a klutz like me with a 14 pound bowling ball? Now there’s an accident waiting for a place to happen. The ball can drop or it can go flying in a non-intended direction. Yes, I have been known to throw my ball backward and you should have seen the people behind me scuttle for safety.
Fortunately, everything went fine. Short of the pins I didn’t knock or mow anyone down. I may be a klutz, but when the occasion calls for it, I’m a careful klutz.