Sunday, we had to fall back and change our clocks. And with that one simple thing I fell into a tizzy, especially when I woke up shivering and had to get a blanket. It reminded me that I needed to prepare for chilly weather ahead. So I flew into my closet like a madwoman off of her prozac to put away or move my summer clothes and dig out the fall and winter ones. I have no idea why I wait for the time to change before it hits me. I can look out my window and see the falling leaves piling up in drifts like snow in the Rockies. It’s a real pretty sight, but all I’m seeing is the work involved. I hate raking leaves! In fact, I hate exercise in general. I’ve gotten real attached to my growing behind. But back to my closet cleaning and the clock falling back. . .it’s like the two are a matched set. I seem to not have one without the other.
But, I did get my long sleeve shirts, sweaters, and what-not now where I can slip into ’em. Oh, and I also got all my clocks adjusted, all fifteen of them. I have clocks everywhere–on the microwave, in the car, by the bed, in the drawer. They’re all fixed and I can say that I’ve successfully fallen back an hour. Which is nice because it gave me an extra hour of sleep. Maybe I won’t fall into disrepair!
I’ve also fallen into debt, although not too awfully bad. I’ve definitely fallen out of favor in certain circles if you know what I mean. I have a habit of falling into deep thought at times and people look at me like I’ve sprouted five heads. Especially if they were talking to me as I was doing the falling. Ha, maybe they just thought I was falling into some kind of trance! Could be possible.
Falling in with a good crowd (that’s the P&P Fillies,) falling between the cracks might get me into trouble, falling smack dab in love I’ve done twice and don’t plan on doing it again, and I don’t plan on falling on a sword for anyone, friend or not so forget it. Once though I fell over my own two feet and broke my nose. Not good.
So, you get the picture. I’ve done a fair amount of falling in my life–over, under, across, down, into–every direction you can imagine. Just don’t ask me to fall under the bus, unless I’m raking leaves! I’d rather take a beating then rake up those little suckers
But, the burning question really is, did you fall back? Tell me your “falling” stories.