A couple of years back, I went out after the newspaper (they don’t deliver now). It was on the other side of the iced over, sloped driveway. Almost there, I felt my foot lose traction. Just like a cartoon, I was completely horzontal, three feet off the ground.
Luckily, my fifty-year-old combat training kicked in (along with the padded clothing), and I landed properly. No bumps on the ka-noggin, no hip damage. The only damage was a bruised elbow, where it didn’t bend enough (old workplace injury) to absorb the impact properly.
“It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome, but if that is all we ever were we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the Earth.”
Model airplanes, leather craft, wood bits for intarsia, cake craft. All kinds of things for guys.