I've been increasingly aggressive about preventing standing rainwater on my front porch (a long story, mostly about the shortcomings of architecture). So, when I was awakened by hard rain at 5:30 on Wednesday morning, I went out on the porch with a mop.
Suddenly, I jammed my left foot into a handheld lawn-seed spreader (that I had out there on the porch). I took me a second to register what happened. I lost my footing. It was the best vaudeville act no one ever saw, kicking and sliding around on a slick surface, waving a mop, out-bustering Buster Keaton.
And so, nothing happened. No fall; no injury. Thank goodness I've had ballet training, where people routinely deal with worse. You never know when that'll come in handy.
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