Most of you who know me know that I’m not the most coordinated person in the world. While most clumsy people fall down stairs, I fall up… escalators… in a skirt… in a busy public place.

I’ve also managed to dump a full beer right into a very large rugby players lap. Oops.

Today was another lovely example of my ability to fall down. Our lazy jack system (a simple web of rope that is used to guide the sail into its storage bag when we take the sail down) had come down in a wind storm and Ken needed to go about 40’ up the mast to reinstall some hardware. I was walking on deck while looking up, untangling some of the lines and stepped right into an open deck hatch. I went down fast! My right leg was completely inside the boat and my left was up on deck (picture it). I could tell that Ken was holding back a chuckle because it looked funny watching me disappear like that but he wasn’t sure if I was hurt or not. I’m glad that Ken was there with me because I’m not sure how I would have gotten myself out of there. I’m now sporting a huge, tender bruise on my right thigh where I hit and scraped the hatch frame on my way down.

Less than 2 months from now I should be blogging about our adventures, not about boring projects and my mishaps.