When I was little, when I'd trip or otherwise exhibit normal klutziness, my sister would chime in with a "way to go, Grace." Like clockwork. After what I did yesterday, there' s a good chance my sister is going to fly across the country and write the sentiment across my forehead, in Sharpie.
Long story short: Walking home from work, tripped, ow,
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lovely Sousbois.
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The best I can figure, it must have gone something like this:
Am I right?
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My biggest problem is that now I'm all worried about tripping again, but it's kind of hard to avoid putting myself in the same circumstances. After the bike thing, I'm a lot more cautious on bicycles, no sharp corners, avoid traffic, etc. But "don't fall over" was already a priority while I was walking, so I'm not sure how to do it ... better.
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Thanks for your e-mail a few days ago. I finally got back to New York late last night and I'm going to make a post on Livejournal now to update everyone on the last couple of weeks.
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