Incidents and Accidents...revisited

(No, this is not a reference to Incidents and Accidents, the blog I regularly read. Good blog, though - you should check it out!) **** What is it with me and accidents? I mean, seriously folks - this is starting to get ridiculous! On Saturday, the hammock launched me out with no warning whatsoever (whooop!) and I landed on my head! Of course, I managed to not only land on my head, but my entire body went with it! May I just say that my neck and shoulders are still suffering from this little jaunt into backyard carnival rides? Then, just this morning I exited my humble abode through the side door (the one off the kitchen). I locked the door, I went down the two steps to the little path thingy, took one step and (whooop!) down I went. As my friend CRJ (or, more commonly referred to as Archeobot) says, I went a** over tea kettle! Not exactly sure what happened, if you want to know the truth. My purse wound up sitting on my forehead. My head was in the little azalea bush on that side of the house. My shoulders, back and...um...backside...were on the concrete walk and my legs were a tangle somewhere in between. I'm sure if you were "outside looking in" on that little scene this morning, it would have been supremely hysterical. Me? I was just completely surprised. Uninjured - I think - but baffled. I really have no idea how it happened! I didn't trip over anything. I don't think my ankle went out on me, which has been known to happen at the oddest times. I didn't get my foot caught or lose my balance or any of the known reasons for falling on one's a**. The strange thing is, as I was laying on the ground assessing the situation, I realized that I never actually felt the impact as I hit the ground. And, as I was laying there...still mulling over the strange situation I suddenly found myself in...I also realized that I felt like I was laying on something very soft; a pillow, or a cloud, or a soft patch of moss maybe. But in reality, I really was on the concrete walkway! Is it possible that my Guardian Angel (one of them...I know I have at least 2) broke my fall? Did God reached out His loving hand and scoop me up? This fall-breaking, soft-landing, could-have-really-hurt-myself thing has happened before. Though the last time it happened, I think I did crack a rib, but it could have been much, much worse. Like cracking my head open on the bathroom sink worse. Concussion worse. Maybe even a broken limb or two worse. A maybe-cracked rib I can handle. When this fall happened, I felt the same way. I felt that softness. The slow-motion of falling rolled together with the "it-all-happened-so-fast" feeling of not really knowing what happened. OK - so I really am accident prone. I know this. I even know that there are certain things I cannot do because I might injure myself or, (God forbid) others. What's next? I mean, I'm now purposefully avoiding pickle jars (large, small...it doesn't matter), forks resting on plates, hammocks...do I need to avoid walking all together? Hmmm... Oh, and on a much lighter note, I've found one of the funniest blogs on the net! It's called Life With Dogs and it's written by a guy who lives in Vermont. Funny stuff, I tell you! If you get a chance, please go visit and read the recent post Locked. Loaded. Loser. You will laugh until you have tears streaming down your face! TTFN JMS PS: If you haven't already - check out my post from yesterday! I'm quite pleased with it!