monday monday

i had a difficult time waking this morning. with daylight savings beginning so early, it was dark again when i woke. greg's alarm went off and he rolled right out of bed . . no problem . . right on the beep . . . . don't know how he does that, but i fell back asleep. i really don't like daylight savings. after weeks of growing accustomed to the days brightening and getting into an early morning rhythm that felt good, it was all shot to smithereens by the loss of one hour. everything felt off.

nevertheless, i had to prepare for a full day at the waldorf coop, and today i had lunch duty. it was my turn to make soup . . specifically curried carrot soup. nine o'clock rolled around . . nine thirty . . nine forty five . . chanda went off to the group along with a bag filled with salad ingredients, gluten free crackers, cheese, hard boiled eggs, rice, and yogurt, but i was still staring at semi raw carrots in the soup pot. it had to cook longer so i had to wait (but not too long . . i needed to get to the house where everyone was meeting to start the rice in the pressure cooker and to put the salad together). 

finally at about ten thirty the carrots were soft enough to be pureed and i let the soup cool while i finished getting myself together (and called my mom and dad) and left a note to korrina who was still sleeping (monday is her one full day off). i wrapped the big pot up in an old picnic blanket and put it in one of the reusable fold up tote bags we got for christmas. i laced up my boots halfway and was out the door . . and down the stairs . . and out on the sidewalk . . and up the block . . and around the corner and . . . 

wham!!! i was down. flat. my right boot lace got caught on the left boot's stud and i tripped myself. a wandering homeless man who seemed to have only recently left a whiskey party helped me up and i surveyed the soup damage. surprisingly everything was still intact. i guess i had wrapped it up tight and the bag held it all together. 

my knee was a mess, though. and i actually felt pretty shaken. i don't think i've fallen like that since i was ten or eleven years old. it was a total out of control fall. thinking back on it now, i can even remember where i fell all those years ago . . it was on poplar street out on long island and my friend who helped me up that time was astounded that i didn't cry since i had scraped up both knees and an elbow. today i gathered up the pot in the bag and limped the rest of the way up the block. and, no, i didn't cry, though i felt like it.

the rest of the day was copacetic and we had a great lunch and everyone had a great time with svetlana learning about . . i don't know . . i didn't listen and i haven't reviewed it with chanda. after lunch my friend and i went upstairs to knit together and have tea . . though i ended up putting my knitting down and resting my head on the table and closing my eyes. i just felt so tired.

darn that daylight savings time. and it certainly would have helped to have tied my boots properly.