Response to the Daily Post: Clumsy

So happy to see this! I am already smiling, just reading this word. The term slewfoot comes to mind, dad’s name for my sister. But that’s another story. Let me preface this by saying all my plates and bowls are melamine, a sad note for me since my all time favorite dishes are white china with an aqua and rust colored American Indian design. They are in storage, along with many treasured items since I moved in 2014. I only became aware of how the mismatched plastic dishes might be unappealing when I had visitors for a meal. Most of my meals are accompanied by children, and they don’t seem to notice. A few stoneware plates have survived, but they are too heavy for me to use, so remain untouched in the dining cabinet. Coffee mugs with a sturdy handle are the only breakable items I use.

The really dangerous clumsiness is forgetting that my legs and feet don’t cooperate as I still think they will. Getting in and out of a car, finding I can’t move my foot because I’ve stepped on it with my other foot, now that’s just embarrassing! Usually it ends up with a laugh, but sometimes an awkward slump into the car. Having my mind on another matter, moving into the wheelchair when I forgot to set the brake – that’s always a thrill. I can’t really blame recent events for my clumsiness. I’ve been this way all my life. I have the mind of a ballerina, and the body of a clod.

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