Well, maybe it wasn’t so funny, altho I did laugh at the time.
Falling for the Captain?, but not in the way you think.
You see, I literally fell.
I was so embarrassed, but let me start at the beginning.
Sunday morning, I dressed in cool black slacks with a slight flare at the bottom.
And while laying out my clothes the night before, I tried on a blouse that I had for several months, but it had always been a bit too tight.
But, on this day…I put it on and as I looked in the mirror, I vainly thought …. hey, this blouse fits really good!
It, coupled with the black slacks really made me look thinner.
As I gazed at my reflection, I thought… if I put on those cute wedge shoes with the black straps across the toes….I will look like my legs stretch all the way to there and back.
Now, let me tell you something about these black wedge shoes. They feel amazing!
In fact I do believe I could wear them all day.
In fact, I have worn them all day and they feel strong and sturdy and I have never thought about falling.
More importantly, they are so comfortable.
Unfortunately, I did have a pair of wedge shoes that I have not been so lucky in.
Falling, I am talking about.
About 5 months ago, I actually twisted my ankle and fell in the garage trying to lift one leg to get into the SUV.
Nothing hurt, but I was glad I had a little extra padding on my backside to “cushion” my fall.
Those wedge shoes, went to the Goodwill donation.
But, the wedge shoes with the black straps across the toes has been good to me.
So Sunday morning, the Captain and I went out to early breakfast and I literally floated across the restaurant parking lot in my outfit, looking pretty good and feeling like a million bucks.
There are times when I sort-of “schlep” along, putting one foot in front of the other in a mechanical kind of way.
You know with stooped shoulders and carrying the weight of the world as my mind races at all the things I have to do and trying to find the time to get ‘er done.
But then there are other days when I am floating on air, standing up straight, shoulders back, stomach in and a big smile across my face.
This was one of those days.
Upon entering the restaurant, a couple of our local servers commented on how good I looked and had I lost weight and all that jazz.
You know the stuff that makes your head just a little bit bigger?
Later at church, I did the meet and greet sailing along in my wedge shoes, hearing compliment after compliment.
Again, no thoughts or feelings regarding falling.
I smiled and then I smiled some more.
If my hair were longer, I would have flipped it over my shoulder, as they do in the movies with the wind catching my long tresses.
But my hair is short.
And I have so much hair spray on it that it wouldn’t dare move!
By the way, what ever happened to Aqua Net?
You know, one spray and it held.
But I digress….back to the church.
I had spoken with one of my friends and later I floated on air as I walked away.
She said I was walking so fast she couldn’t keep up with me.
Yep…I was feeling good.
After the church service, the Captain and I headed for the Bible study classroom.
It is set up with tables and chairs and this is where things began to fall apart.
After the study, we stood up and being the “make sure every thing is placed back in the same way I found it” type of person, I was attempting to slide the chair back under the table.
And as I did so, I moved to my left where my left foot met an immovable object.
The Captain’s right foot to be exact!
My wedge shoe did a lay-over onto the hard shoe of the Captain and as I started falling, he caught me.
Not very prettily, but his hands under my arm pits kept my bum from hitting the floor.
You know what they say.
Pride goeth before a fall.
I felt suspended in that awkward position for what seemed like ten minutes, but I know the Captain was trying to set me up on both feet in a matter of seconds.
I tried to put weight on my left foot, but it refused to cooperate.
By this time, I had an audience.
So I do what I always do and that is laugh it off and assure everyone that all is well.
My friend Sandy told me to wiggle my toes to see if anything was broken.
I looked down. Thankful that my bright red toenail polish, was freshly pedicured….and I wiggled my toes.
“Nope! Everything is fine” I announced
Although, the pain was beginning to throb, all I wanted to do was go home, grab an ice pack and elevate my aching foot.
Somehow, I managed to exit the building hobbling on one wedge and using the Captain as support on the wounded side.
On the way home, the Captain, my knight in shining armor, slid to the side of his white horse a bit.
As we were driving past a favorite restaurant, he said…
“Do you want to stop at Duffy’s and have lunch?”
I looked over at this stranger driving the car, and I said a quiet “no”!!
OK, perhaps I said it a little louder with a wince in my voice.
I knew my next stop was going to be Urgent Care.
The x-rays confirmed my left foot was broken, and the pain is on the bottom of my foot as well as the side from my little toe to my heel.
Instead of the sexy wedge shoe with the black straps across the toes, I now sport a large ugly black boot with black straps across my toes.
Plus my mode of transportation is this little cart.
No thoughts of falling with this little gem.
Hopefully, I will be walking before the predicted healing of 8-10 weeks.
I don’t think I need to tell you the moral of this story.
Have a great and Blessed week.
Psalm 27:14 “Trust in the LORD. Have faith, do not despair. Trust in the LORD.”