The Importance of Sturdy Footwear: A Lesson Learned

When I moved last year, I was great. I packed those boxes to within the merest cubic centimeter, protected fragiles with just the right amount of tissue paper and bubble wrap, and loaded it all in my truck so exquisitely that I fit in all my worldly goods, with literally no room for a sneeze. But of course, when you're moving across the country, you kind of have to be organized and efficient.

When you're moving across town? Not so much. Especially when you have a whole week in which to do it!

I've been moving in shifts. Saturday, I moved most of my clothes. Monday, I moved my yarn. (As Susan pointed out: surely moving yarn could not have qualified for a whole day's worth of moving. And she was correct. I also moved my DVDs that day... along with a lot of yarn) Yesterday, I decided, was the day to tackle my books.

So, I was a good little worker-bee, and loaded up (most of) my books into banker's boxes - perfect size that I can load up and still comfortably carry (are you not so thrilled with excitement to learn that?!). I am mighty fine at loading up them boxes, if I do say so myself. After I got bored of packing, I put on my most comfortable-ist pair of shoes on hand and started lugging my boxes down to my truck.



Ta-da! The shoes.

Even as I put them on, I knew better. I am the granddaughter of a foot doctor. Flip-flops = evil. My father, who taught me to pack so well in the first place, pounded into my head over and over as I grew up that one should wear STURDY shoes when one is going to do such things as lug boxes of books down, then up, stairs.

It was the second box that my folly did me in. My foot slipped, the flip-flop went one way, my foot the other, and I went d-o-w-n. Hard. Knock-the-breath-out-of-you hard. When-I'm-75-with-bad-arthritis-I'll-look-back-on-that-day-that-I-wore-flip-flops-while-I-moved-books-and-curse-that-day hard. Thankfully, my skill at falling (due to extensive, if unintentional, practice) saved me from hitting my head, or falling onto my hands (hello, scaphoid fracture!)


I did get this nice little souvenir from the trip, though. (hee-hee! catch the pun?!)

They say "Pride goeth before the fall," but for me it is "Sturdy shoes cometh after the fall."

Today, I am going to move Miscellaneous and Sundry, including Shoes. And I will be wearing tennis shoes whilst I do it.