“No matter what happens, travel gives you a story to tell.”

Today is already warm, and the cats have found the sun streaming through the door and are stretched out on the mat. Gracie is having her morning nap and is noisily snoring. As with Pippa Passing, “All is right with the world.”

I fell when I was in New Hampshire. The soles of my shoes grabbed the stair rugs, and I was most careful until I wasn’t. My left foot stepped down but my right foot stayed put. As it was unexpected, I went down hard, hit the door jamb with my face, scrapped my foot and wrist and slammed both of my knees. My glasses flew off and one lens went into hiding. The glasses saved most of my face but the left cheek and over my eyebrow hit the wood. Today, two days later, my knees, especially my left, are still painful. Getting up from a sitting position is the worst, and I do yowl a bit but I’ll survive.

Falling isn’t new for me. I started when I was around four or five with a fractured wrist, got a sprained ankle when I was a bit older, fractured my shoulder, fell down the inside stairs and the outside, knocking myself out both times and badly sprained my ankle again on the mat by the front door. There are probably more, but those are the highlights.

I had a wonderful time in New Hampshire, but I was glad to get home.

When I was a kid, we went on very few stay-away vacations. I remember Vermont and the huge white house with the porch. It was across a rural highway from a lake. We had to be watched when we went swimming as there was a drop off to deep water not that far from the shore, but there was plenty to keep a kid busy in the woods and in the stream running by the house. I remember the time in Maine, in Ogunquit, at the smallest cabin in a host of cabins. I remember seeing naked people sleeping on a blanket in the dunes, how cold the water was and how boring the vacations were. The vacation to beat all vacations was to Niagara Falls. That was the first and only time we stayed in motels. I remember it all: the falls, the Eisenhower Locks, Lake Ontario, Madam Tussaud’s and eating at McDonald’s.

I am forever thankful for the vacations when we stayed home. My parents took us to museums, and I am still attracted to museums wherever I travel. Beaches, learning to body surf from my father, my mother’s packed lunches, and learning to skip stones are some of the best memories of my childhood.

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14 Comments on ““No matter what happens, travel gives you a story to tell.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    “It’s a waste of time me reading, I can never remember anything. I’ve got too much on my mind, you see, nuclear warfare, the future of mankind, China, Spurs”

    (Tony Hancock was born 90 years ago today)

    The weekend was a blizzard of confusion, someone from Austria wearing a heavy beard and a dress won the Eurovision song contest – a cheap imitation of Frank Zappa, Big Rick and I set a new record for slowness in circumnavigating the lake – and now the United States thinks that Wellie Wanging is some sort of regular activity in North Wales.

    The welsh poetry was awful, the Fenway Group got shameless pandering at Anfield, Rachel picked the wrong sized wellie and burst in to tears and the Afganimals sadly went home.

    The KTCC family celebrates as the Brenchels made the final three and make a run next week for the $1M. Come on you Brenchels.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I chuckled at the incongruity of what he had on his mine The Spurs took me a bit aback.

      You mean Wellie Wanging isn’t a national sport? I watched the youTube of the bearded winner. I could not have done the Welsh poetry. I have a grand mind for vocabulary words but a bad tongue for languages.

      Brendan quieted Rachel down quickly. They did finish it the second time more quickly. I’ll miss the Afganimals.

      I’m with you: Go Brenchels!!

  2. olof1 Says:

    We spent most vacations at home too and the few we did go somewhere was to relatives further south. That’s the only time I’ve seen glow-worms. Like Your fire flies they blinked like small stars.

    Museums were a must and we had several close to where we lived, I especially liked the natural history museum where one copuld see a two headed calf and siamese wtins, bith in jars. I think they have removed the siamese twins now days. They also had a huge stuffed whale and in it’s stomach they had a small cafe. Smelled nasty but it was exiting 🙂

    I’m glad You didn’t brake something when You fell! As You know I’m just the same, falling should be my middle name 🙂 I do hope Your knees will get better quick, it’s amazing how much one depends on them really 🙂

    Raining here a lot today so we didn’t even take a walk after I came home from work. tomorrow will be much the same but aftyer that it will turn towards sunny and a bit warmer again 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      The fireflies are like fairies in the night garden. Even now I love watching them blink in the backyard. They flit among the trees, and I follow them with my eyes.

      I loved the museum at Harvard. I remember the Polynesian outrigger hanging from the ceiling and the monkey herds in jars.

      I am really sore today, but I too am glad everything in intact. I have been really lucky. It is true about knees. I hate getting up as I depend entirely on those knees.

      Beautiful here today!

  3. im6 Says:

    I get email notifications when you post things, including the songs of the day. My heart sank when I saw the words “falling down” and “fall to pieces” because I simply *knew* that couldn’t mean anything good. Sure enough, my worst fears were realized. Kat had taken a tumble. I guess the good news is that things weren’t any worse than they were, but I still hated to hear of your lack of balance and the subsequent consequences. I wish I knew of some trick to keep you on your toes and off the floor other than Be Careful. Maybe we need to take up a collection here on Coffee and buy you one of those inflatable “running of the bulls” costumes used on The Amazing Race…… Speaking of TAR, I’m most definitely NOT on Team Brenchel. I saw an episode or two of Rachel on Big Brother and she’s one of the most annoying people to have ever been on TV. Multiply her obnoxiousness on TAR by 20 and you’ll get some idea of what she was like on BB. I could never ever ever ever root for her. I have no idea what Brendan sees in her other than he must *really* like big you-know-whats. I’ll be pulling for Connor and Dave now that The Cowboys and The Afghanimals are kaput.

    Here’s a song for you. As Sergeant Phil Esterhaus used say on ‘Hill Street Blues’: “Hey, let’s be careful out there.”

    • katry Says:

      im6,
      That is such a great song I can’t imagine why I didn’t think of it. I do The Mamas and Papas.

      This stumble is blamed entirely on the sole of my shoe. I knew it was catching on the rug, but I got less careful on that last covered step.

      Rachel was totally obnoxious on her previous TAR appearances, but I thought she had done a good job hanging in until she picked the wrong size boots. Brendan seems to have worked magic on her. She even stopped crying and threw that wellie when he told her. I would have been a Connor and Dave fan until the father, Dave, started making fun of Rachel when she hadn’t done any crying at all, and I was amazed that he kept the teams anti-Rachel because they u-turned them but he had no problem when he u-turned a team. It’s the game he explained; of course, it is.

      • im6 Says:

        You’re not the type of houseguest people are going to want to invite back if you hurt yourself while visiting them 🙂

      • katry Says:

        im6,
        These are friends from my Peace Corps days. I suspect after 42 years they are fairly tolerant. Besides, Peg fell a couple of weeks ago and her elbow went out of joint. She is wearing an odd contraption with gears and metal and will be wearing it for 4-8 weeks. I suspect her husband Bill thought mine was minor.

  4. flyboybob Says:

    I’m glad to hear that you are a member of the klutz group. I earned my rank in that club starting with falling on broken glass at four years old while we were vacationing at a bungalow colony in the Catskill Mountains, aka the Borsch Belt. Every July and August my father would send my mother, my sister and myself to the mountains to get away from the heat and humidity of NYC. My dad would take his vacation during the first two weeks of July and then go back to work during the week. He would drive to the Catskills on the weekends.

    In the fifth grade I fell from a Jungle Jim, before safety regulations conceding playgrounds existed, and I had a compound fracture of my left wrist. I am naturally left handed but learned to be ambidextrous during my recovery. In my thirties I broke my ankle in the parking lot at Boston Logan Airport along with other minor falls.

    Rain for today and tonight.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      My membership was inherited from my father who once sawed himself out of agree. My wrist got a buckle fracture when I was 4. I was jumping off the fence backwards and did all right until my mother came to watch.

      Today is beautiful, but we could use some of that rain. It has been quite dry as late.

  5. Caryn Says:

    Kat,
    Falling is such a pain. After 64 years of falling out of trees, off bicycles and horses and slipping on ice, I am determined not to do any more of it. I’m glad to read that you are more or less intact. I sympathize with the knee thing.
    Formal vacation was usually at “the lake” which was either Attitash or Lower Suncook. Informal vacations were when we kids got sent off for the summer to work the farm in Maine. It was mostly fun because taking care of pigs, a beef steer and chickens is kind of fun when you don’t do it all year long.
    My parents didn’t take us to museums. They took us to the Ice Capades or the circus or they let us be on tv shows like Boomtown and Big Brother or get trampled by begging animals at the petting zoo in York Beach Maine. They took us to the beach or the mountains. Once they took us out on a Coast Guard Cutter to watch the America’s Cup. We couldn’t have cared less about the sailboat race. It was the Coast Guard cutter and being out of sight of land that we found most fascinating.

    It was hot and sunny up here yesterday. I planted things. Today is quite the opposite.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I could be as determined but it would be expending useless energy. I just fall. My knees still hurt but a bit less. I hate standing up.

      We never had a place for a formal or informal vacation. It wasn’t often that we went away. It didn’t matter, I really liked the day to day places we went. I remember a rodeo with Roy Rogers and his whole crew of people, animals and a jeep. We went up Mt. Washington in the car and did the whole area.

      Today is now sunny but it keeps disappearing.

      Have a wonderful day!

  6. sprite Says:

    I’m glad you’re not more seriously injured, but be gentle with yourself the next couple of days.

    I fell on my bike the other day. Mind you, I didn’t fall *off* my bike, but on it: I was leaning on the cross tube (like boys’ bikes had back in the day) and absentmindedly wiggling the handlebar back and forth while chatting with friends. You can see where this is going: I wiggled the handlebar a bit too far in the wrong direction, the bike tipped over and I fell on top of it. Luckily, it all happened so fast I didn’t have time to brace my fall, since that’s usually when I tend to get hurt. Public humiliation and a few bruises in places that I tend not to show people were the worst of my injuries.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, sprite. I am taking it easy and staying close to home. Today is the best day since I fell so I figure I’m on the mend.

      I totally understand that public humiliation part. People are great to help, but I always feel clumsy. Bruises hurt to no after where they are!


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