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: