Dining Room Table Mess

I hope 200 of these freebie books are going to be enough! I have turned my dining room table into a roundabout  and dispatched booklets into living room chairs, to be given out at six church groups, Triangle Dance club, Raleigh Ski & Outing Club, James Kenan classmates, family and friends and - most importantly - to those people who opted in on my blog to be Mouse Fans and follow my progress.

Hey guys, speaking of progress, it’s SLOW! After this first book things should flow smoothly – but this is a learning curve. I think it has gone through my roundabout several times!!

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IN THE MOMENT

Maybe the reason I fall so much is that I don’t pick up my feet. Another reason might be my brain. It is mouse-sized, you know.

This morning I made a resolution to pay attention to whatever it is that I’m doing. If I’m taking my vitamins, I will not simultaneously think about what story I’m going to write next, listen to the news on the TV in the next room, and plan my next vacation.

And there’s another problem. (“Just one?” Maggie asked. What a biting comment! Ignore her.) I noticed a few months ago (and am just now facing it) that swallowing pills has gotten difficult. It involves thinking carefully about how to hold my tongue. Or I choke.

Paying attention might be a good idea. This morning, as I was hanging up my bathrobe, I was thinking – and thinking really hard – about being present in the moment, which was hanging up my bathrobe. After that I carefully walked – still thinking about how I wasn’t supposed to think of more than one thing at a time – to the bathroom. I thought so hard about walking that I hit my toe on the chair. Twice. Yes, it’s the same chair I pass several times a day. I’m just glad it wasn’t the toe I hurt when I fell yesterday.

This has to end. The older I get, the more breakable I get.

GARDEN FALL

This time my head landed on something soft. It was dark so I don’t know what it was, but I’m grateful. The night before last it was a concrete floor – but it did have a thin carpet on it, and my head wasn’t involved. I mean, not in the landing anyway.

I do worry when I stumble and begin the descent. On my way down I think, “Oh shoot, not again!” I assess how badly this one’s going to hurt, and I wonder, “Is this going to mess up my clothes?” If my knees are bare I ponder, “How long am I going to have this huge scab?”

I’ve seen a myriad of landing strips in my time, including hardwood floors, carpeted concrete, sidewalks, asphalt, gravel, tree roots, thick grass, prickly weeds, and now something-or-other in a garden. I told my friend I almost fell in church Sunday. I was on my way down when a guardian angel or something helped me catch my balance. But that was very soft carpet so I wasn’t worried. All he said was, “You are a connoisseur of floors.”