I’m still surprised no one burst out laughing.
Yesterday, I took my daughter to lunch. As I sat on the wicker cafe chair next to the sidewalk, I felt as if I was settling rather low, and then thump!
I was flat on my bottom on the grimy grey concrete.
It must have looked ridiculous, but Nina didn’t laugh until I did. Which wasn’t until I’d been hauled onto my feet like a sack of wheat by a helpful gentleman dining nearby. I suppose he thought I couldn’t get up, but really, I was just discombobulated. One moment, I thought I was sitting down. . . and then I was sitting down. Waaaay down. Yoga must be my friend, because I wasn’t hurt, just jolted out of my perspective.
Perhaps it was good for me. Sometimes one needs to remember that everything looks different from another point of view.
And really, what a pratfall! I can just see the wicker chair folding onto itself, sliding in one smooth motion to the ground, my pear-shaped self following it down like an over-ripe fruit falling from a low branch. Good thing I wasn’t wearing green. 🙂