Yesterday I took a flight and I didn't have an airplane. I didn't even have a parachute like DJan.
So my last post was flying when the airplane iced up. Conveniently yesterday, I took a another flight! I fell down the stairs!
I survived the fall and the biggest wound was my pride. I was very fortunate and other than stretching a few things I had no injury.
I was taking groceries downstairs so that they could be put away. I picked up a plastic pail that had a unattached lid and a little box on top of the lid. This was a delicate balancing act. So with a bag of groceries in my right hand and the pail in my left hand I had to pivot on a step and then go down the stairs. Sounds simple, but I didn't make it. My feet were slower than a lot of other things.
I fell from about 2/3 s up the stairs and went to the bottom and landed on the bread and some tin cans. The bread was a mess and the cans were badly bent out of shape. My micro manager was not too happy. She came to the top of the stairs to find out what all the noise was. Then she got in a huff about the mess I made. Somehow there were a lot of bread crumbs spread on the floor and she didn't like that!.
So that's not a bad trick for a 74 year old. If you want my advice a 74 year old shouldn't even risk falling on the floor.
So of course, here's for a safe 2014.