Fingers Crossed
On Thursday I finally met Dick and Jesse of Haley Booksellers. I felt as though I knew them, since we'd been in contact for several months. We met at Redbone's to scope out the area where the launch party would occur. We chatted about books and authors, and as we prepared to go they told me, "Don't do anything bad in the next four days." My first thought was: you mean, don't get arrested? They explained, "Don't fall down any stairs."
For all those familiar with my accident prone nature you'll realize this is a difficult promise to make. I said I'd take extra care. So yesterday, after my massage (the same one after which the therapist told me she could spend another entire hour working on my back and neck and the stress inside) I used the handrails walking down the steps. Because I didn't feel attached to my body, and it's times like those when a person must exercise caution.
You know those signs they have on construction sites that say: X days without accident (for which X represents a number?) Maybe I should have a sign like that. Then again, maybe not.