The housing area that I live in consists of 108 units and only about 15 or so permanent residents. Of those 93 units, many are in a rental pool for snowbirds, border patrol or just used sporadically by their owners. Consequently, there is always a lot of activity as people from all over the US and Canada come and go on a regular basis. You can always tell which ones are the Canadians ~ they’re the ones out by the pool when us locals are still wearing sweatshirts.
As I live in an end unit, right across from the pool, I have a pretty good view of what’s going on if I care to. I admit, my inner Gladys Kravitz does sometimes rear her ugly head, and I sit and look out the window at the comings and goings of the people around me.
A couple of days ago, I had just finished cleaning the cat’s litter box and had a bag full of, well, cat shit that I was taking out to the trash can. I opened the gate and noticed some people unpacking their car across the street. Naturally, I very nonchalantly sauntered out down the path all the while spying on what they were doing. Naturally, I wasn’t paying attention to my feet (which require quite a bit of focused guidance) and naturally I stepped off the path onto the gravel and started to lose my balance.
I think I’ve made it pretty clear before that balance is no longer one of my strong suits. One tiny misstep and there is no going back. I’m sure my arms flailed and I may have grunted or cried out in some fashion, but next thing I know I’m lying on the ground with a rock lodged in my hip, my elbow bleeding and the bag of cat shit broken open and splayed all around me.
There is something about falling down that cracks me (and most people) up. I think it’s a combination of embarrassment and an element of buffoonery. There is also something scary about falling down (am I hurt?). And of course everyone’s very first reaction: “Did anyone see me do that!?”
So I’m laying there slightly giggling, with a few tears stinging my eyes, surrounded by cat doo, trying to assess the damage when I look up to see the new neighbor that I’d been staring at offer me her hand. What could I say? “I’m ok, really, thank you, I’m ok. I’m Gladys Kravitz, welcome to the neighborhood!”