Today, I Think I Will Paint, Lest I Fall
Today, I think I will paint, lest I fall.
We had a 12-step set of stairs going into our basement and a couple years ago, I painted a white strip on the last step—which helped tremendously if it was darkish, (to not miss that last step and fall down). Very important for us oldies in our 70’s.
But there was a step toward the bottom which always challenged me, if, again, it was darkish outside and I hadn’t yet reached the light switch to light the way. My husband suggested we add white paint strips to the rest of the steps. Today I painted strips on those steps too, and I’m oh so happy. I hope it is at least 50% better than the steps were, and I hope both the young and the old will pay attention and not skip or fall on those steps.
I include the young because when the grandchildren come to our house, we have some play area in the basement (and this past Christmas dinner included a table downstairs for—in this case, all boys—including visiting cousins). And they tend to scamper down the steps without worrying about falling. Unfortunately, our grandsons also are apt to break arms and body parts as they play basketball, football, soccer, or just plain run, and some body parts are not quite developed yet in their bone strength. So it is not only the older ones of us who have to worry about falling. Eh?
I enjoyed my rather peaceful painting of the steps this morning, hoping that it would help both my husband and me—and visitors too, keep from injury. No guarantees, of course.
Above is my painting effort.
And here were the boys:
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When we moved from a tri-level to a one-story house, I didn’t expect to fall. But there’s one step down between the laundry room and the garage, and down I went. Fortunately, I was bruised and not broken. Cliff put a strip of blue tape across the step, and we’ve been safe ever since.
This week I tidied up my writing studio and found a box of Prang water color paints. I may try painting of a different sort soon. (Your growing boys apparently have healthy appetites, a good thing!)
Thanks for your comment, proving how easily and often it happens. A strip of tape works too, and easier than painting!
I used to have some paints (and took a class for one year) soon after we were married. One painting stays in the attic–but I still love it, the teacher did a good job helping us learn to paint.
Hmmm. Maybe sometime. Thanks for your story!