Klutz, pressed
Friday June 15th 2012, 10:38 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

Celebrating Klutzes… (Klutz Press’s Intergalactic Headquarters, ie their retail store, is a few miles up the road.)

I mentioned the hairdryer incident yesterday because I wanted to warn off others. It didn’t burn the hair, it just wrapped it around and around the insides and Richard couldn’t even take it apart to get at it without cutting my hair off anyway.

This morning, I checked the back of that one (Michelle’s) and then my own: mine had been designed to be much better at deflecting the possibility; hers, designed to be lightweight for travel, had sideways plastic stripes with equally-wide open gaps between them at the back. Be careful out there.

She said later that when I’d yelled “Help!” she had never heard it from me like that but once, the time that…

When our kids were little, the girls were in a bunkbed with Sam on the top. Age gave privileges. One evening, tucking them in, I put one foot on the edge of Michelle’s bunk to hoist myself partway and then hopped up on top of the tall dresser to have some quiet end-of-the-day time with my eldest, much enjoyed by both of us with me at eye level up near the ceiling with her. The novelty of coming into her territory for a moment.

And then I hopped straight down.

With my pocket catching on the drawer knob and pulling the whole dresser crashing down on me.

A stunned not very loud can’t get my breath have to say something “Help?” The kids yelled for their dad.

Richard came running and then stopped, bowled over laughing in the hallway. I knew, yes of course it was funny–but tomorrow, okay, hon, can we do something about this first, I’m still under this thing okay? And I’d landed on my wad of keys in the other pocket–getmeouttahere. He got it off fast, apologizing for his initial reaction. But he was right–it WAS funny. It was so classic klutzy us.

I did not know that all these years later, Michelle remembered exactly how I’d sounded in that first moment.

And it was no big deal, I was okay.

And it’s no big deal. I do have about a dozen random stray hairs sticking up on top of my head, but they’ll just add character to the family photos in another nephew’s wedding coming up. Like when my then-four-year-old son cut his hair instead of the construction paper on the long car ride on the way to my brother’s. Family tradition.

Anybody got a klutz story to tell?

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When my son was an infant and daughter was three my husband was away on one of his many, many business trips and I was coming downstairs with the baby in my arms. As I got to what I thought was the last step to the floor I stepped and fell and sprained BOTH ANKLES! Couldn’t have been just one, no I had to snap both ankles! I heard such a loud crack when it happened that I thought I had broken them. A lovely neighbor rushed over to help put the babies to bed while I rubbed arnica on the bruises and applied ice and heat. Thank goodness for loving neighbors!

Comment by Jody 06.16.12 @ 6:08 am

So many… ran my first hurdles event (an away meet, of course). Came in third, even after leaving my right knee and left wrist on the track. Ended up having knee surgery and still have a floating bone chip in the wrist, all these years later.

I’m just glad you’re okay… and that the Knight isn’t the only husband who sometimes lets a tickled funny bone slow him down.

Comment by Channon 06.16.12 @ 6:46 am

I’m sure I do, but nothing comes to mind immediately. I suppose most any of the falls I’ve had over the past several years, especially when we called 911, and the medics would ask,”Anything hurt?” To which I would reply, “Only my pride.”

Comment by Don Meyer 06.16.12 @ 9:39 am

Lots of them, but the one that springs to mind is when I was rollerskating and just tipped over sideways without warning, stumbling or hitting anything. I broke my right leg in three places (all 3 below the knee) and had to be carried out of the roller rink on a concrete bench carried by 6 strapping young gentlemen.
It was just before I was supposed to attempt my drivers license for the 2nd time (first time I got chicken pox!)

Comment by Diana Troldahl 06.16.12 @ 3:07 pm

My version of klutziness is dealing with mechanical stuff. For example I recently ordered a folding garden stool so I could kneel more easily in the garden. I unfolded it from its packaging, but then couldn’t fold it back down again. No directions.

I asked my wonderful neighbor Michael who folded it in a jiffy.

Years ago when I picked up a screw driver in front of my very young grandson he commented that it was “too heaby” for me. He certainly does understand his grandma.

Comment by RobinM 06.16.12 @ 4:17 pm

Too many to count. I grew up with scabs on my knees. Most memorable was when I fell flat, on the sidewalk, in downtown D.C. and the two bicycle cops who showed up almost instantly and asked my husband if he had pushed me down! They were absolutely serious, too.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 06.17.12 @ 6:37 am

It’s something of a specialty for me to nearly trip on a flat floor. Just walk along and stub the bottom of my foot on the floor – so graceful.

Comment by twinsetellen 06.18.12 @ 5:11 pm

My mom and I were visiting the family down the street one day when I was 12 or so- I enjoyed playing there a lot because they had 7 kids, bracketing me in age, and there was always something fun going on. They had an ancient chicken coop in the back yard (which doubled as a secret hideout, pirate ship, and various other kid pretend games) but that day the kids had found some old mattresses out in the barn and dragged them out in front of the coop. We could then clamber up the low back roof (there was a concrete retaining wall behind it for an extra step up), go over to the front of the roof- perhaps 6 feet off the ground- and then jump off onto the mattresses bounce-bounce-bounce.

We were having a grand old time until I tripped going down the front of the roof, fell off head-first, and landed flat on my back, completely missing the mattresses. I was winded and bruised but otherwise okay, and it wouldn’t have been anything major except my helpful little playmates went running in to their mother and mine and said, “Mom-mom-mom-Robin-fell-off-the-roof-and-now-she-can’t-breathe.”

Much parental excitement ensued, and we were all forbidden to play the jumping-off-the-roof game anymore. The other kids blamed me, of course, but I maintain it would all have been fine if *they* hadn’t panicked!

Comment by RobinH 06.19.12 @ 7:12 am

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