Last Friday I took a tumble over Clio's leash and landed smack on the pavement—face first of course. I still look a picture of vibrant blues, yellows, black and magenta, but finally I'm able to appear on the street without making little kids wonder if they're missing Halloween.
The klutz gene is alive and well in my family but for some reason seems to prefer the female side of the line. Last Friday was a good example. I jumped up and went to toss some garbage in the bin without looking to see where the leash was. I should know better. After all, I can trip going upstairs as well as down, I can take a tumble when I catch my toe on a piece of rug an eighth of an inch thick, and I can hit my head on any doorframe or cupboard that doesn't move out of the way quickly enough.
I'm not sure what causes klutziness. It could be hereditary. It could be extreme carelessness on the part of the victim, or it could be an occupational hazard. I've noticed that many of my writer friends also claim to be accident prone. Maybe it's because we walk along hearing dialogue in our heads that blocks out all other sights and sounds. Or maybe it's because whenever we pass a dumpster, ditch or wishing well we think to ourselves, "What a great place to hide a body!" and our imagination goes on a trip, leaving our bodies to take the consequences.
In any event, Clio claims innocence so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. How can you not trust that face?
Strangely I manage to avoid incident in the cases where it would be normal to have an injury. I've been in a couple of car accidents, I've jumped out of an airplane-twice, and I've never had a scratch.
But just show me a stray thread pulled in a carpet and I'm set to go to Emergency.
How many other klutzes feel they inherited the gene? How many feel it's just trying too hard to multi-task? How many are too busy trying not to trip over the cat they can't answer right now?