Wipe out ! ! !

When we used to visit Ma Tante Rose and Mon Oncle Joe we ate our crepes with these utensils. There must have been more but I imagine they fell apart and were discarded.

That hurt and scared me just a little! Decided to polish the old bone knives and forks and the few silver pieces that came with our house in 1969. We have some very interesting, homely, comforting odds and ends in this old Caron homestead. A photo was in order. After taking a few shots of what may be a part of Mémère Caron's dowry I wanted to get a better vantage point. I slipped off my Merrell's and with the bulky camera ( extra large flash attachment) in hand I stepped up with my Margarita, smart wool stockinged left foot onto a chair. Smart wool stockinged right foot slipped out from under me and I did a split to the floor. Wow. I was in awe because I didn't drop the camera. By the time Puppy's Pop was up the stairs from the hangar I was up, crying and limping. But as God seems to protect foolish people I am just badly bruised on my right shoulder, elbow and knee. I am chastised and hope I have learned a lesson in proper technique for climbing onto kitchen chairs: one must be barefoot to get a good grip on chair and floor. Got it. I'm going to slack off for a few days on my weight lifting routine just to be sure I don't aggravate my shoulder. I really am in good shape because I didn't break a bloody thing except my pride. Sometimes I wonder how I can be such an idiot. It must come with age!

Will spend most of today getting ready for Christmas dinner and the Children's Mass at 4 this afternoon. Will hear the angels singing on high as I fall asleep and just as I doze off I will hear Santa's sleigh bells. Christmas is being thankful for all that is good in our lives.

Quote: The least error should humble, but we should never permit even the greatest to discourage us.    ___Potter