I went for a walk,
and it started raining.
I came home soaking
wet.
I changed my clothes
and the first thing
my dog did
was adorn me with a
muddy footprint.
I had nowhere to go
and nothing to do
so it didn't really
matter.
I picked up my
knitting
and dropped a
stitch.
It fell, twelve rows
to ladder.
I set it aside
to fix it later.
Will do some laundry
instead.
I stubbed my toe
going in the garage
and on the low
hanging shelf, bumped my head.
I'll load the
dishwasher
while I wait for the
clothes.
A wet dish slips out
of my hand.
It frisbees across
the room
and knocks my tea
cup down as it crash lands.
The last of my
breakfast tea
is now on the floor
with shards of pottery.
I cut my finger
while cleaning it up,
and this, my last
band-aid, won't stick.
The lesson I've
learned from all of this
is don't get up
early to walk.
It causes muddy
footprints,
stubbed toes, and
bumped heads.
If I had stayed in
bed
I could be sipping
tea instead
of holding my
throbbing finger above my head.
by: Paula D. Nevison
