The steps in front of my apartment.
Me: Hmm, I think it's just standing water.
Nope. Wrong. Ice sheet.
Down I went--all six steps. Dunt, dunt, dunt, dunt, dunt, dunt. That's the sound I make when I recreate the fall over the phone. (I imagine it's the sound of half a barrel of beer rolling down steps into a dirt-floor cellar.) So, there it is. The cement steps tore my stockings and a couple knuckles, and I'm sure I'll be hard up as hell by the end of the day. But for now, I'm up and around. I don't think there were any witnesses...maybe the squirrel next door. This sort of thing usually happens because I get too cocky. Nature has to take me down a peg. It's the classic Greek hubris situation (except without the sex). Every winter, I tempt the gods by thinking I can walk normally outside. And every winter, they bop me on the head. Now I'll spend the next three months terrified that I'm going to break my face.
I have some bruises coming, but despite what I said in that one post (about dedicating a post to scabs and another various injuries), I won't be putting up pictures of any bruises, welts, scrapes, or swellings. I'll be keeping those to myself--which means that once or twice a day I'll probably dedicate a couple silent moments to staring at my black and blue ankle or shin or ass and scolding myself for being so bold as to put a careless foot outside my door.
Anyway, since there are no pictures of my fall-related deformities forthcoming, I thought I'd continue the countdown to Christmas with another peek at some holiday items I've recently acquired.
|Here's the little group! I found them at the Volunteers of America thrift store.|
(That's the one I recently re-discovered. So very exciting!)
|He seems to be listening intently. |
Maybe he's waiting for the cue to play that paper violin.
|Most are stamped Japan on the bottom.|
|There's something jolly yet sinister about this guy. |
Probably the black hole eyes.
|This one has a secret.|
|Classic cottony snowman.|
If you dig these little guys, Martha Stewart's December issue of Living has a swell article on vintage elves, snowmen, and Santas. Check it out. No pressure, but it does feature a giant (well, relative to the elves) toadstool!