I am really grateful that I started the "Sloppy Saturday" category for last year's NaBloPoMo, because that means I can be sloppy this year and not give it another thought! Today has been a mixture of awesome -- taking the visiting kids/grandkids to see the new house, Indian Summer weather, pleasant -- singing in the choir for 5PM mass, a great casserole for dinner, and painful -- the last hymn at mass (I can't stand bad theology) and falling down hard on my hands and knees by tripping over the slipcovers while trying to let the dog out.
Currently I am sitting here waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in...
Maybe I should have called this post "Klutzy Saturday", except that I definitely can be klutzy any day of the week. When I was in junior high school about half a dozen of us had a "secret organization" called Cordo Plus. Yiddish slang having not yet penetrated our little Pennsylvania backwater, we had never heard the term "klutz", but we knew what we were, and "cordo" stood for "uncoordinated." And man, we were.
A couple of years ago I read a news article about a high school gym class where the grading was based not on how far or fast you could run, but on whether or not you kept your heart rate in the target zone for long enough while you were running. This required high-tech monitors, of course, but man, how we cordos would have loved it. We worked twice as hard as the natural athletes in order to earn C's to their A's.
(Dear children of mine who are half the readers of this blog -- yes, I know you've heard this rant before. My knee has stopped aching, I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight!)