Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Morning glory...or not

One of the great pleasures of country living is being able to enjoy the glory of a warm, summer morning in the quiet bliss of my backyard.

The other morning the air was perfect. It was a pleasant change from the sticky humid air we’ve been experiencing all summer, so I decided to take my coffee outside and stroll around my gardens. The cats were lounging lazily in sunny patches. The morning glories were just waking up. The world seemed so still.

But this stillness came to a crashing halt when suddenly I heard a truck pulling up my drive. You see, when I decided to take my stroll I was still half naked, wearing only my bathrobe. This bathrobe is not meant for the viewing public. It’s soft and cozy and my best friend when I’m sick, but it ain’t pretty.

When I realized it was our neighbor, and I could hear him getting out of his truck, my brain quickly searched for a solution. I remembered the door on the other side of the house was open. I could get there without him seeing me and get my husband to deal with him. Panicked, but pleased with my quick thinking, I started to run. Then I felt it. My knee just decided to quit on me. Time suddenly slowed to a crawl, and I could see my coffee floating in the air. I saw the path of rocks and metal table that I was about to slam into. Wham. I went down. I went down hard. It wasn't pretty.

Robe now wide open, time sped up but I couldn't move. My neighbor was on our porch, calling “hello?”—just two steps away from me, but still out of sight. My husband ran to the window to see if I was OK. But I couldn't talk because our guest would hear me and move in my direction. I pointed and whispered for him to go to the door. Luckily, he was on it lickety-split.

Shaken and bruised, I collected myself. I secured my robe, fixed my hair, and limped, with whatever dignity I could muster, into the house.

I now have a handsome bruise running down the whole right side of my body, and my beloved bathrobe is covered in coffee stains. I continue watching the glory of each morning unfold; I just make sure I’m wearing the proper attire.

8 comments:

Bevy said...

That's funny...but I'm not laughing at you, rather with you. I'm glad you were okay. I've had my knee go out me,too, from time to time - not funny.

I like your Morning Glory photo...

I've had so much trouble with the wild ones taking over everything in my flowerbeds, this year.

But sometimes {they} mean well (as in your case) hiding you from the unexpected.

Capricorn Soap Company said...

Oh dear! Some calendula salve will help that bruise...I do hope it goes away soon.

I had a very similar thing happen to me once - only I was on the back porch and I was in unmentionables. Which, by the way, one should never do, even when living in the mountains. :-)

I'll dig for my Grammy's pickle recipe and forward it over in a few days!

Patti said...

OMG! It's not funny, but it's funny!
And it sounds exactly the thing I would do! I'm so sorry you got hurt, but at lest you were unseen. Thats the important thing!
Use a travel mug 8>)

Hartwood Roses said...

You have just experienced one of my worse nightmares ... and yours was in real life. You poor thing! Living out in the country like we do, I often take my coffee out to the roses, with little consideration as to what I'm wearing. Contractors, neighbors, friends, everyone has seen my pajamas. I will now make a note to leave the bathrobe in the house from now on. Thanks for the tip. :)

I'm glad you're alright.

Building a House and Home said...

If you tell us you shared that story so we will giggle, I won't feel guilty for giggling. I grew up in the middle of nowhere with complete privacy, which my mother thoroughly enjoyed...a little too much. I can't tell you how many times people caught her in her "unmentionables" - boyfriends, Jehovah's witnesses, pool boys. I started to wonder if she didn't enjoy getting caught too. She loved a good story.

Mrs. B said...

I'm laughing with you. It's a good thing your hubby was home and was able to prevent you from being embarrassed in front of the neighbor.

Be careful with the knee. I have had the same thing happen to me. Had to have surgery for a torn menicus. Now the other knee is acting up.

Southern Lady said...

That is too funny. I, too, like to go out in the mornings with inappropriate clothing. More than once I have had to run back into the house when I heard a car coming down the drive. Fortunately, our drive is pretty long. I am sorry you fell, but am glad that your husband was quick to respond. Carla

Allison said...

Lovely! I recently fell in the forest while freaking myself out about cows, which incidentally were not in the least dangerous. I, too, came away with a handsome shiner and a bit more common sense for my whimsical nature. ;) Here's to you... cheers!