A Close Call

I almost killed myself yesterday afternoon. I was hanging the "Birthday Banner" which I made a few months ago with my friends in Michigan. I was preparing for a big birthday dinner I was making for D's dad. Stupidly, I chose to stand on a folding chair. I knew it wasn't the sharpest move when I did it, but folding chairs are so enormously easier to move from place to place, so I didn't think too much more about it. I dragged the chair over next to the wall; it was kind of shoved up against the computer desk on one side, a lamp on the other, and a reclining chair directly behind. I'm sure you see what's coming here, so I'll get to the point. I stepped just a tad too far back on the chair, which started to fold. I quickly shifted my weight to keep that from happening. Though I kept the chair from falling, I had no such luck with myself. I lost balance and, after reaching for the recliner, which rocked away under my hand, I somehow ended up going over all the obstacles and landing flat on my back with a thump about 3 feet away. (You can just see the open space in the photo). I still can't picture exactly how that occurred. Amazingly, though the wind was knocked out of me, I was fine. I went on to cook that birthday dinner too: pan-fried chicken, mashed new potatoes, a creamy chicken gravy (not healthy, but the Birthday Boy's favorites), ginger carrots, rolls, with a green salad, applesauce muffins and a homemade cherry pie from D's mom. I guess I was meant to be around a while longer.