Wednesday, December 26, 2007
So, Christmas Eve, home, quiet, and Dianne and I opened a bottle of champagne and went and sat in the hot tub. Very nice.
Half an hour later, I got out, went to fetch some more tablets for the brominator.
The deck this time of year, after a couple months of Oregon soggery, is mostly covered with a fine layer of moss and mold, turning it very slippery. I should have given it a wash with bleach to kill that stuff, and I was going to, eventually.
Three steps away, hit the slickest patch, both feet straight out and a sudden quick trip from upright to flat on my back ...
Falling is a fast thing, that thirty-two-feet-per-second-squared stuff. No time to think at all.
Quite the thud, and major chagrin. Us martial arts types take it as a personal failure when such things happen. Slip? Fall? Not moi! Had I been paying proper attention, had I not been champagned and hot tubbed, why, it would never have happened! Big lapse. It is to feel shame.
Alas, into each life, a little prat must fall ...
Fortunately, however, all those years of being thrown hither and yon paid off. Though I landed flat on the deck, I did so head up, arms outstretched to break the impact, just as if I meant to do it that way, and ... no harm, no foul.
Not as soft as the yard at Guru's, but a lot softer than Cotten's garage floor.
Once before, when I was living in L.A. and doing a lot of rolling and falling in the Okinawa-te class four nights a week, I was jogging across a gas station lot to pay the attendant when I slipped on a patch of oily concrete. My momentum caused me to take a header, and somehow, I tucked, hit on a shoulder, did a roll, came up, and kept going.
When I got there, the attendant stared at me. "Jesus, did you do that on purpose?"
And, of course, I said, "Yeah. I did. Good practice, you know."
Which, while not strictly true, in that I didn't want to take the dive, I surely did want to come away with nothing broken. I was amazed that I did.
It's this kind of thing that makes me think that, in the heat of -- or as in the deck instance, cold and nekkid of -- the moment, that some of this martial arts stuff will be ingrained enough and there should I need it.