Apparently I just dropped off the map last week. It all started when I got invited out for lunch to the “Taste of Saskatchewan” - it was good, but they changed their pricing structure - for the worse if you ask me.

We had an appointment at the bank on Friday — I don’t think that anyone really knew why — but at least we got further information on what rates they have to offer right now. We actually went out to an open house on Friday too. Over the weekend, we looked at four different houses. One of them might just do the trick, but I won’t spoil any surprises, since we haven’t decided to make an offer on any of them just yet.

Saturday night, I went to a bachelor party for Dave, a guy that I’ve known since university, and now work with. It was a good time, though I went home early because I was tired, and had to look at houses on Sunday.

Then I started falling down.

The new fan in the upstairs bathroom came with a bit of a large hole in the ceiling, which we were screwing some drywall into, to prepare for taping and mudding it etc. Anyway, I was up the step stool, and had screwed in two screws, but one edge of the drywall popped up out of the hole, so it needed to be persuaded back into it’s place. I banged on it with my fist a couple of times, and managed to punch a screw that was sticking about an inch out still (didn’t want to tighten it down until the drywall was in place) So, I’ve got a bruise on the heel of my hand. No falling down just yet.

Then last night, I had William up on my shoulders, and we were standing in the doorway between the livingroom and the front door, watching my dad do some wiring stuff. William grabbed onto the jolly jumper hook, and gave a hearty yank. This caused my upper body to move forward unexpectedly — normally not a problem, but in this case, the baby gate was in the way of me stepping forward to rebalance. I went down face first, popping the gate out of the doorway in the process, and landed on a bunch of tools and coats and stuff. Meanwhile, William apparently hung on to the hook for a split second, because he wound up landing on my legs (quite upset.) We were both ok, no harm done, just a little scary for both of us.

Fast forward to this morning. I step into the shower, and as I turn to pull the shower curtain shut, the bathmat that I’m standing on decides that it would rather be on the side of the tub, instead of the bottom. I don’t know what exactly happened, because it was all so quick, but I wound up standing outside the tub, with the shower curtain rod in one hand, and the other hand on the wall for support. My excellent balance saved me from any serious injuries.

So, I’m feeling a little beat up right now :)

As a side note - back in highschool, a friend of mine liked to greet people by sneaking up behind them when they were walking, and tripping them — he was an odd kid. On more than one occasion, he tried to trip me, but he never managed to succeed — it would wind up with me standing like a flamingo, one leg up in the air, with our feet locked at the ankle, until I turned around and he rethought tripping a guy who was 8-10 inches taller than him. I’ve always had pretty good balance for some reason.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Look at them all, through the darkness I’m bringing. They’re not sad at all! They’re actually singing! They sing without juicers. They sing without blenders. They sing without flungers, capdabblers and smendlers!” - Mr. Burns