Harking back to just a few months ago, I moved almost my whole household to the site were we had our yard sale without an injury. No such luck this particular day.
It started out easily enough. The shelf wasn't heavy but large and awkward to move. We first managed to drag it out of the shed it was in, got it into position and started moving. My grand daughter was helping us on the side (she is a bona fide child at the ripe old age of 7), my daughter in the front and me bringing up the rear.
Things moved slowly but surely until my foot caught on a bed frame we had moved from the shed. I pitched forward, my daughter was forced to stop suddenly and I hit my head on the bookshelf and I went down like the Titanic. The thud was so loud I could hear it myself, even with the birds tweeting in that circle around my head. I somehow cleared the bookcase and hit the ground.
It took several seconds to get my head cleared enough to hear them asking me, "Are you OK?" I ran my tongue over the thousands of dollars of caps in my mouth, nothing wiggled and all were intact. I answered to the affirmative and got up. We moved the bookcase from there on without incident.
I went into the house and surveyed the damage. A nasty knot on my head, a scraped leg and a life lesson learned. What was the life lesson? I am too aged at the tender age of 56 to keep acting like a 26 year old without some peril. A shot to the ego? Maybe. Mostly just a cue to get rid of more stuff!
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