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Down and Then Up Again.
May. 15th, 2007 08:40 pmNote to self: Newly waxed wooden stairs + stockinged feet = bad.
I slipped on this stairs this morning, my socks-covered feet hitting the smooth, runnerless, and extremely steep stairs at exactly the wrong angle. Scared the living daylights out of me, I can tell you. I slid/fell about four or five steps down, landing painfully on my backside and scraping my right forearm something cruel.
I've been worried about the stairs for some time now, and I'm actually amazed that it a) took me this long to have a fall and b) wasn't any worse than it actually was. I'll have a dilly of a bruise, I'm sure, but otherwise I came through unscathed.
In my infinite relief at not having broken my leg or neck or anything else, I ate a banana.
On the train ride in to Shinjuku, I had the opportunity to put my sore bum to good use. An elderly couple got on to the packed train a stop or two down from mine, and I was able to offer first one and then the other a seat that opened up in front of where I was standing. They were both very appreciative, and their open smiles, bows of thanks, and kind words were sincerely warming.
It was intriguing to me to observe was how the wife made sure her husband was seated and comfortable before she ever thought of taking a seat for herself. She even was at pains to make certain that I did not want to sit down before she accepted a place next to him. The reversal of gender consideration here in situations like this is truly fascinating.
I slipped on this stairs this morning, my socks-covered feet hitting the smooth, runnerless, and extremely steep stairs at exactly the wrong angle. Scared the living daylights out of me, I can tell you. I slid/fell about four or five steps down, landing painfully on my backside and scraping my right forearm something cruel.
I've been worried about the stairs for some time now, and I'm actually amazed that it a) took me this long to have a fall and b) wasn't any worse than it actually was. I'll have a dilly of a bruise, I'm sure, but otherwise I came through unscathed.
In my infinite relief at not having broken my leg or neck or anything else, I ate a banana.
On the train ride in to Shinjuku, I had the opportunity to put my sore bum to good use. An elderly couple got on to the packed train a stop or two down from mine, and I was able to offer first one and then the other a seat that opened up in front of where I was standing. They were both very appreciative, and their open smiles, bows of thanks, and kind words were sincerely warming.
It was intriguing to me to observe was how the wife made sure her husband was seated and comfortable before she ever thought of taking a seat for herself. She even was at pains to make certain that I did not want to sit down before she accepted a place next to him. The reversal of gender consideration here in situations like this is truly fascinating.
